I found your body on the water All wrapped in weed and sea vine Washed up to shore where I would find you Under the mess you left behind
Dark, deep, and twisted lines marked your pretty face What drags you down, down, down? Or do you lower your head woefully 'Cause you know I'll come around?
I drag your body up from the shore And lay you across the sands to dry Why do I come back down here every night? With all the salty water, I cry