It's coming from old dreams of ocean When you look upon the waves motion It comes out of the scene where grit crunched on your yellowed teeth woke up in a cold sweat, you weaned to breathe
Hi salty water 4 minutes warning Pops like a bottle A toy submarine
you're waist-deep stuck in a gutter your feet are buried in a cold clammy mud for now, more than ever, nothing matters your frozen heart no longer pumps your blood
Hi salty water 5 minutes warning Pops like a bottle A toy submarine
Kids are pulled down by bends Rabbit's foot on the minute hand Time has a habit to ends Drawn by the holes in the sand