A Voice In The Louvre

Are we orphans?
A forgotten kind?
Learn to see now
Take it all inside
There’s the smell now
Others we’ll become
Fear and misery
Iodoform and fries
Deep in the swarm
Hold on, mother
To these shaky hands
In open waters
Save me, father
From the rising flood
Or have I gone too far?
Then one morning
We are still, still what?
Ancient torso
Urging us to change
Deep in the swarm
Hold on, mother
To these shaky hands
In open waters
Save me, father
From the rising flood
Well
If only I wasn’t so afraid