Chumming the Ocean

[Verse 1]

South of the river's mouth

Migration slopes slowly towards mainland

There, the salt air

Fills the gills of the dead bait in hand

[Pre-Chorus]

The deep is in riot, the coastline is quiet

Asleep and divided in bands

While beer halls all revel, drunk and disheveled

Helplessly wading the diver is down

[Chorus]

And they're chumming the oceans

The signal is sent

Received and responded to

The water is red, red, red, red

[Verse 2]

We're downed, downed as the hand of God

Chokes the driftwood with dead weight and brine

And spawning the detailed decline

Via dorsal cuts, hooks, sink and line

[Pre-Chorus]

The anchors have settled, the tanks are full level

The flag has been raised half-mast on the bow

And harpoons are loaded, the cage has been lowered

The mask is on, the diver is down, now

[Chorus]

And they're chumming the oceans

The signal is sent

I think he's in trouble

The water is red, red, red, red