Swimming
Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap
A few times I nearly packed up my bag
You said, "Baby, please don't leave
There is so much we've left to see
Stay with me"
I said I would marry you
If I could get a passport to
Work in the land of riches
Live our lives through pictures
Bathing in the sea
Searching for fish while you're searching for me
You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin
Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in
I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my hеart
And said, "Baby, swim"
We went to your mother's housе
Driving through The Deep South
Mountains and red wine
The best I've tasted in my life
You said, "Stay with me"
You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin
Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in
I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my heart
And said, "Baby, swim"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap
A few times I nearly packed up my bags
You said, "Baby, please don't leave"
"Stay with me"
A few times I nearly packed up my bag
You said, "Baby, please don't leave
There is so much we've left to see
Stay with me"
I said I would marry you
If I could get a passport to
Work in the land of riches
Live our lives through pictures
Bathing in the sea
Searching for fish while you're searching for me
You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin
Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in
I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my hеart
And said, "Baby, swim"
We went to your mother's housе
Driving through The Deep South
Mountains and red wine
The best I've tasted in my life
You said, "Stay with me"
You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin
Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in
I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my heart
And said, "Baby, swim"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
You said, "Baby, we're just bathing"
Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap
A few times I nearly packed up my bags
You said, "Baby, please don't leave"
"Stay with me"
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Iansek, Tori Zietsch
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