Some summer you have planned for me
Look at all these tourist as they flock to the sea
Getting in the water like it's nothing
But it's not without a consequence

I hear it comes quite naturally
But that description doesn't fit with me

Not going over
Never going under
Not without a consequence
The narrows, the river empty into the sea

Some summer you have planned for me emptied into the sea
Such a good, had a good job
I'd take up swimming for the Patriarch

Now dispersed so casually like sediment in the sea
The swollen moon all flushed with red
One eclipse from the bay of the dead

It ain't right I'm telling you
It's more than coincidence
One stroke at a time on my way back to land
It's better for me with my feet in the sand

Some summer you have planned for me emptied into the sea