I'm a washed up summer king
Been that way since I was fourteen
My father tells me I'm from under the sea
My father tells me a lot of things

I drowned for the first time in a meadow
And all you would do is stare
I woke up with flowers in my hair
And the clouds up above hanging low

My sweetest summer was in October
My feet were always in motion
My fingers were dyed the color of the ocean
I guess I was returning to the water