I am the lowest creep 
And you call me a friend 
When you were laughing at a parking lot 
With blood in your hair 

Come on in 
This head is open 
Jump right in 
This dream is vacant 

Just to be number one into the sea 
Was all you cared about basically 
Beyond the treehouse and the track 
Looking for signs of you in the water 

Come on in 
This beach is haunted 
Try to swim 
The stream is strong 

Now come on in 
This beach is haunted 
Try to swim 
The stream is strong now