Ended always
To bend it back up again
Its a truce
Standin toe to toe
A boat
Thrownin a first load
Leave a couple teeth to spit out
We swim always
I hope we don't start to cramp
At least its
Can always float on our backs
Well its true
Its true in what they say
Its a hoax
And you dont even know
You just laugh
You laugh
And when you dont you just stare
Its a joke
And its always a big deal
And people it don't matter at all
Like callin all the folks you know
And their voices are always so very small
If we lend our gaze
Its like ought not come back
Hold your breath babe
Theres always one more left
Set a good pace
ITs a kind sort of thing that always wins
And when we finally cross the line
When we're dragging behind
Your stroke will be the reach that defines
There's always a distance
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle
Between a shot and a whistle