written about a dream of a female child drowning in warm brown salt water not far from a ship fully clothed in 1900's gear.
dont ask.
lyrics
father is my name
i talk to you baby
while all the fish pick at the world
sorrows not my game
but you play it well mate
come fall apart on the sea bed
a pretty young worship
rolls under the waves
a tender rot now
bones and sand
shifting karma
long lost lovers wait