Sweetwater kill

Loose lips, sink ships.
Salt sips, rose hips.
All
along, it was the ocean's song
That called me down to
listen to her.
Standing drenched by a 40 ft. coral
fence.
Swallowed by a swiftly dripping ripple.

Watching saltclouds billow. Brimming and brand-new.
Down
below, I will follow, what bubbles tell me to.
All along,
it was the ocean's song
That called me down to listen
to her.
Swirling still, in a SweetWater Kill.
A
swiftly sifting riptide.

You know that old song. From
far
Far away, Not too long. Drifting along.
Down in
SweetWater.

Dead weight, sink straight. Why?
All along, it was the ocean's song
That
called me down to listen to her.
Standing still in a
SweetWater Kill.
A swiftly sifting ripple.
Down in
SweetWater.

You know that old song. From far
Far
away, Not too long. Drifting along.
Down in SweetWater.

All along, it was the ocean's song
That called
me down to listen to her.
Swirling still, in a SweetWater
Kill.
Down in sweetwater.