Erik enocksson - The state the sea left me in lyrics

My best white shirt was thick and damp with sweat And the gentle rain that grew hard with the wind My hands clutched a cold, pale, limp arm As I tried to wipe the sand off of her face O! and her blue-green lips Her grey-green skin I pounded on her chest with my fists Praying for her lungs to fill with air O! God, please breathe Let her chest heave O! breathe O! breathe