This Beautiful Mess Swimmers
Write me a song to sing over
and over and over again.
Sing you every melody for my ears only.
Swim out to me,
whenever I'm far from your shore.
I will hold my breath,
if you could hold yours too.
Where on earth does this leave us?
I guess I don't really want to know.
Rest your head on my shoulder.
And don't let go.
Don't let go.
All is ahead of us.
All is ahead of us.
