“Oh, what came of the things we once believed?
Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
Oh, all lost and, oh, all lost, to the depths of a hungry sea
Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
All that’s left, all that’s left is the echo of a roaring sea
Long gone, long gone to the trace of a memory
What came of the things I once believed?
All that’s left, all that’s left is the trace of a memory”

Knife in the Ocean , Foals