[Spoken Intro – Marlow, slow] Somewhere out here… there’s a place where beers go to die. Or hide. Hard to tell. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Marlow] We opened a cold one, turned around— and it was gone. Only the salt stayed. ⸻ [Chorus – ALL] Lost beers… slipping through the waves. Vanishing like good nights we barely remember. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Vega] Caps roll on deck, but no bottles left. Like the ocean stole our weekend. ⸻ [Extended Psychedelic Guitar Drift – Instrumental Only] ⸻ [Bridge – Marlow + Echo whispering] (Marlow): I swear I set it down. (Echo): Things drift. (Marlow): Not that fast. (Echo): Faster out here. ⸻ [Final Chorus – ALL] Lost beers… lost time… lost reasons to turn back.