Creager

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 40ft. coral fence

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 Sweet Water Kill.

A swiftly sifting riptide.

You know that old song. From far

Far away. Not too long. Drifting along.

Down in the Sweet Water.

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 Sweet Water Kill.

Swiftly siffting ripple.

Down in the Sweet Water.

You know that old song