Lyrics: Swimming

Maybe an ocean is found in a lake.
Maybe exceptions to this could be made.
But I’m swimming Lord, just to be saved…

She always loved him, but not in the way,
The way she’s supposed to, but she never claimed to.
But she’s swimming Lord, just to be saved…
Young lovers gathering ’round, they
Hold their hands on Sundays
Sundays they get down on the ground
They’ll get down on the ground for you
I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old,
And the water is cold.

Bum, bum ba-da dum…

I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
And I say that some silly dreams… but I can’t come true, oh
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Get down on the ground for you…

He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old…

Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
The dust you kick up is too fine.
Because variables lurk in the wine
Because the best one that’s cold out has a good sign.
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
The dust you kick up is too fine.