Black Fins

Black fins: waiting for the time to tide to roll
Back in, soaking in the sun and I know
It's just another little piece of ocean trash and
Not you, just a little ghost I keep around
A funny shadow always hanging out

If your ashes sprang to life, would you just let me down?
(Would you just let me down?)
Would you leave those kids again and kick 'em out of town?
(Would you leave those kids again?)

I guess we'll never know
I'll just be here, wondering
What made you choose to go
The day that you went down to Mexico, to Mexico

Black fins: full of life again and, suddenly, it's all pretend
Every manic word you wrote us, now there's time to mend
Every broken heart that you left in your gust of wind

No more little ghost I keep around
(no more little ghost I keep around)
No more funny shadow in my house
(no more funny shadow in my house)
If your ashes sprang to life, would you just let me down?
(Would you just let me down?)
Would you leave those kids again and kick 'em out of town?
(Would you leave those kids again?)

I guess we'll never know
I'll just be here, wondering
What made you wanna go
The day that you went down to Mexico

Black fins: one more metaphor for scuba gear
Black fins: wish I would've known you through the years
Black fins: wish I never went to Illinois
Black fins: filling up on milk and Chips Ahoy!

Black fins
(black fins, black fins, black fins)
(black fins, black fins, black fins)
(No more little ghost I keep around)
(No more funny shadow in my house)
(No more little ghost I keep around)
No more funny shadow in my house
(No more funny shadow in my house)
No more little ghost I keep around