Old ways that we don't show, we sent our ashes to the frontlines
Fell on the rocks below, far from the fast-receding sunshine
Trapped by an undertow, reply was slow but we replied,
Diginified, "we were starry-eyed"
Old Nectarine in the dust and shadow
Turning to wine in the pantry below
Old nectarine never gave up his marrow
The passage of time and the flux and the flow
Those drums and bugles know of all the worries and frustrations
Shocked by the overflow, so many eyes upon tarnation
On point and appropos, reply was slow but we replied,
As we cried, "we had all died"
Old Nectarine in the dust and shadow
Turning to wine in the pantry below
Old nectarine never gave up his marrow
The passage of time and the flux and the flow