sea the corporal sea
atlantic's too specific
haven't time to settle sharks
infest the water
kicking up the dust
constructing new ideals
old ones laid to rust
nothing seems so real
sliding away in a washed out delta sun
missionaries flood
my favorite AM stations
flowing in their futures
washed out in this delta rag
look the other way
pocket all the pieces
tripping up the strawhat
tumble into the wind
sliding away in a washed out delta sun
sliding away in a washed out delta sun
waving goodbye I'm not saying hello ...
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