Both:
Just another story of the sea, see?
Trying hard to drown on dry land.
That way, they say, is easy,
But when day breaks, awake on the sand.

Dessa:
Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
(Repeat)

Theres blood in the water, money on the table
The pool sharks take the bait
Hook, line, sinks her eight ball on the break

Cecil:
Shes got that porcelain [bad word] doll face
And a taste for the girls
Just won a cup of confidence, kept confidential,
So remember to keep [bad word] 
Up and up [bad word] orders,
In order to [bad word] the torture that weighs her down.
Shes cut off and off she goes to cut the corner
Voice is taken down.
Loud with lust and [bad word] issues,
But shes bound to bust into a [bad word] with you.
Must have been through a thousand of,
That love to move, they love to move along

Both:
She loved the story when it started,
But the ocean was the author
And the end came as a cold shock,
To a pocket full of rocks, to a mouth full of water.

Pumping music through her gills

Dessa:
She fell asleep with a pen in her hair,
Woke with ink in the sheets
Fell asleep with a name in her mouth,
Woke, with an ache in her teeth.
Both soles of her feet still wet,
Third time this week shes been to drown in drink
(Drowning in)
She was baptized in bourbon,
She capsized for certain
Took a pull off the bottle,
Wrote a note in her careful cursive
And let go.
Of a love letter written in ash and broken English

Cecil:
"Its better to let a message alone"

Both, alternating:
They say everything floats but it dont
Bottle broke and we sink like stones.

Angel falling starboard into the drink,
Last [bad word] quicker than she thinks.

The water weighted her wings,
Feathers like anchors and she...
Let go, of a ghost and a bird,
They float so close to the surface.
She knows,
Better than betting that heaven is sending a lifeboat now.

Theres no use charting courses,
The current forces where the small ships go,
And its always the same fortune,
Pulling petals off [bad word] rose.

She was cut off off the cuff,
Came down down enough,
Couldnt amount to much,
Wasnt allowed to love.

The water weighted her wings,
Fathoms pass by in a blink.

Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills

Dont touch or [bad word] the reef,
Catch just what you're willing to keep.

Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills

Dont touch or [bad word] the reef
Catch just what you're willing to keep

Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills
Like a fish out of water
Like a fish out of water thats pumping music through her gills