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