Estuary Pig

you’re the boy with the garden in his jean

you’re the girl with the party up her sleeve

the son, Irish daughter

dive inside the cold cold water

out of the flood we struggle to swim

to satisfy the new world of our skin

we sink under recover

we pour ourselves upon one another when we spill

walking you home what was i thinking

estuary pig when i been drinking

murdering me politely it’s a joke

lifting me up out of the water

bringing me back back to normal

how can it be so hard to keep afloat

tie yie yippie yie yippie yie oh right oh

did I drown with you a long time ago

now its pouring rain

sounds boring when i try to explain