Fish (An Pierlé)

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