I was born in a shallow grave,
pushing the dirt from my face.

I watched the boat drift into the sand,
and I couldn’t help feel like a man,
as I watched you drift away,
as I watched you drift away.

I don’t know what came over me,
to push you into the sea,
and watch you get dragged under,
by waves that push me further,
away.

And how I miss that ruffled mess,
All tangled and askew;
Now seaweed and squid ink lost in the blue.

What came over me,
What came over me,
What came over me,
To push you into the sea.