Fish in the sea swims backwards to me
He knows all about my desires
Sea turns to grout some clouds cried too loud
I'm tangled on corraloid wires
Maybe I'm drowning pretend I don't notice
I just can't admit I like drifting down there
Hey Mr Wind why don't you blow things
Over over
But instead he blows the coal
While with the waves he goes
Ripple babble babble ripple babble...
Cut the crap come on and
Flow me home
Things are sure to straighten out
Once more
Fish in the sea looks sideways at me
He thinks that I smell a bit fishy
Maybe I'm drowning self-pity takes over
While Mr Wing whistles a song in my ear
As before
Won't do it no more
Do it no more
Said that before
