The Ocean Song

Loose lips
  sink ships.
  Salt sips, rose hips.
  All along it was the ocean's song
  That called me down to listen to her.
  Standing drenched by a 40ft. coral fence
  swiftly dripping ripple.
  
  Watching saltclouds billow. Brimming and brand-new.
  Down below, I will follow what bubbles tell me to.
  All along, it was the ocean's song
  That called me down to listen to her.
  Swirling still, in a Sweet Water Kill.
  swiftly sifting riptide.
  
  You know that old song. From far
  Far away. Not too long. Drifting along.
  Down in the Sweet Water.
  Dead weight sink straight.
  Why?
  All along it was the ocean's song
  That called me down to listen to her.
  Standing still in a Sweet Water Kill.
  Down in the Sweet Water.
  
  You know that old song...