Executive Tire Swing Club - KYLE lyrics

The whole ocean is rumbling Seafood is the image It’s glacially frigid Ice crashes on the sand dunes My brother stands steadfast staring back at the breakers It’s choppy as steak knives He tightens his wristband My mother is watching And so is my sister A woman sits facing out, staring into the distance Look back to my brother He throws up his wet-hood He picks up his surfboard- And with no-one to guide him But the will of the ancients He leaps into the water Swims into the distance And the sea’s blasting past him All the seagulls arе watching As he dives at the giants Just to vanish bеneath them ICE COLD SEATIDE SEAFOAM ROGUE WAVES FREE FALLING INTO OLD WAYS Fruity Pebbles and Vodka, I’m that sweety-ass combo Do my stim, do my gaga, but I’ve acted so awful I look out at the water, now he’s gone, I can’t find him If I keep looking harder then I’m only reminded It’s not his first rodeo. I was five, he fell in there And he might not be around if just a single thing had been different Not to mention, my darkest hour feeling thoughts so deceiving If I ever harm my family throw myself back to the demons Then I think about Grammy, she’d have come out supporting See what we’ve got in store for her More chords, but she’d have worn something warmer Wish she made it today, or made it out here on the porch But then I remember that she’s here forever and This beach is her orchard But out there, it’s getting rougher Still nowhere in sight And I can’t help but wonder like, have I been enough? Or What if that was my brother? What if it’d been the deep end? What if that was it? And that’s when I see him And he’s surfing And he’s surfing And he’s surfing And he’s surfing (I also have a sister she's pretty cool too)