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. wind whistles a song in my ear
as before, won't do it no more
do it no more, said that before