Fish Paroles

Sea turns to grout, some clouds cried too loud.

I'm tangled in coralloid 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 coals.
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