Just another story of the sea, see?
Trying hard to drown on dry land.
That way, they say, is easy,
But when day breaks, awake on the sand.
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
(Repeat)
There's blood in the water, money on the table
The pool sharks take the bait
Hook, line, sinks her eight ball on the break
She's got that porcelain drunk doll face
And a taste for the girls
Just won a cup of confidence, kept confidential,
So remember to keep on coming.
Up and up she's rushing orders,
In order to crush the torture that weighs her down.
She's cut off and off she goes to cut the corner
Voice is taken down.
Loud with lust and trust issues,
But she's bound to bust into a crush with you.
Must have been through a thousand of,
That love to move, they love to move along
She loved the story when it started,
But the ocean was the author
And the end came as a cold shock,
To a pocket full of rocks, to a mouth full of water.
Pumping music through her gills
She fell asleep with a pen in her hair,
Woke with ink in the sheets
Fell asleep with a name in her mouth,
Woke, with an ache in her teeth.
Both soles of her feet still wet,
Third time this week she's been to drown in drink
(Drowning in)
She was baptized in bourbon,
She capsized for certain
Took a pull off the bottle,
Wrote a note in her careful cursive
And let go.
Of a love letter written in ash and broken English
"Its better to let a message alone"
They say everything floats but it don't
Bottle broke and we sink like stones.
Angel falling starboard into the drink,
Last call comes quicker than she thinks.
The water weighted her wings,
Feathers like anchors and she...
Let go, of a ghost and a bird,
They float so close to the surface.
She knows,
Better than betting that heaven is sending a lifeboat now.
There's no use charting courses,
The current forces where the small ships go,
And it's always the same fortune,
Pulling petals off the compass rose.
She was cut off off the cuff,
Came down down enough,
Couldn't amount to much,
Wasn't allowed to love.
The water weighted her wings,
Fathoms pass by in a blink.
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Don't touch or you'll ruin the reef,
Catch just what you're willing to keep.
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Don't touch or you'll ruin the reef
Catch just what you're willing to keep
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water that's pumping music through her gills
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