Gegenstand Lyrics - John Greaves

It but incurs 

A lustre in a flood 

After many not dislodged 

And at each subsidence 

Half arises 

Half holds to cloudy water 

Nature of its anchor kept occult 

We keep a current 

Flowing from a sluice 

Cloud it with corrsives 

Hoping to appropriate 

What holds its own so well 

What tips an ever wider wake