I found your body on the water
All wrapped in weed and sea vine
Washed up to shore where
I would find you
Another mess you left behind

Dark deep and twisted lines,
mark your pretty face
What drags you down, down, down?
Or do you lower your
head willfully
Cos you know I'll come around

I drag your body up from the shore
And lay you across the sand to dry
Why do I come back down here
every night
With all the salty water I cry?