I swim the lake, for I have lost my shoes
I'm holding on, I'm still awaiting you
They cling to me but I remain composed
I'll take the blame, grow you a thornless rose
I swim the lake, for I have lost my shoes
I'm holding on, I'm still awaiting you
Awaiting you
Awaiting you
I swallow deep but the distance grows
Our baby breathes against the undertow
She clings to me but I remain composed
The moon is full but the darkness knows
I swim the lake, for I have lost my shoes
I'm holding on, I'm still awaiting you
Awaiting you
Awaiting you
Awaiting you
Awaiting you
I swim the lake, for I have lost my shoes
I'm holding on, I'm still awaiting you
Awaiting you
Awaiting you
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