Deck shoes, part green, part burgundy
Your size, gone, gone, gone
A healthy body, emergency, flesh of
Flesh gone, gone
A mind of gold, joyful, careful
Bespoke, gone, gone, gone
All of every single urgency
Nothing gone, gone, gone
I'm washed up, washed out
The surf's up, I'm made of doubt
For what I need to say
Explain all has happened to me and you
It just won't wash with you, it won't wash with you