Lyrics

The coast, the stream, the shallows
The cold, the trench, the squall
The fin, the bream, the shuttered
The triggered, with words so small

Crimes done with the best intention
Eyes shut when braced for the kill
Pulled down by a full moon brimming
Pushed out by a distant call

Floats away

Whole lists of a sharkfin scrolling
Brought down by a dogfish haul
Whole lists of a small fish filing
Pulled wide by a triggerfish claw

Float away

It's seen as a crashing blunder
Too soon where the autumn falls
Unhinged from the ground up, building
Rolling with a sense of pride

Maybe, slowly, finding

Calling the sun with pride
Calling the son
Calling the son with pride
Calling the sun

Calling, they shift and flow
Starfish spin as they go

It floats away