Black Fins

(álbum: Rick - 2022)

Black fins, waiting for the 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 leave those kids again and kick 'em outta town
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 funny shadow in my house

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