Fisherman's Tale

Deep blue eyes
Take me through my sleep
I believe in Jesus
I just don’t have belief
Take me to the sea
Petrol on my rose
Wash and sail away
I feel so lost alive
I swim just to survive
I’ve learnt my lesson well
So bitter and unique, on low ground
Slide me through the sand
Grit is just a phase
Shells and rocks are fine
It’s only little things
That slip into your shoes
And work their way around
And hey, worry turns to murder
Give me deep blue eyes
To take me through my sleep
I believe in Jesus
I just don’t have belief