'Two Sinners on a Tree'

What we were is no more. Who I was is now dead.
Trapped in a net swimming the sea, flying in the air with two clipped wings.

What we were is no more. Who I was is now dead.
My mother. My first lover. Neither loved me. No one ever did until my brother killed me.

What we were is no more. Who I was is now dead.
I died. No, not when you were drowning me. My brother killed me. That's when I was set free.

What we were is no more. Who I was is now dead.
What we were will never be. Because who I was is now dead.

Nailed to the tree is where I left my old me. I'm alive and living. And you're still dead to me.

What we were is no more. Who I was is now dead.