Adrift on the ebbing tide, half asleep, just alive,
Fading away and so comfortably numb.
The arms of an ocean girl, the whisper of soundless words,
Your name upon her tongue, your name upon her tongue.
She rolls with the dancing waves, sinuous slide and sway,
Child of the water, that sense can't deny.
Necklace of shells and bone, she moves with the undertow,
The sea is in her eyes, the sea is in her eyes.
The sweetest voice pure and clear, no sense of pain or fear,
Kiss to remember or kiss to forget.
Drawn by the siren sound, spiralling slowly down,
Into the chilling depths, into the chilling depths.