Youth Lagoon
The Bath
The water talks to me. It teaches me to swim. Watching myself bathe without ever going in. The current sings to me in crowning harmony. A reel without film. To watch is not to see. If doomsday's coming, let the earth attack. And while the crowd is running, I'll be here instead. The village green, far from the beachhead. Your demon met me here. (x3)
I'm watching smoke billow from my mouth, I take off my shirt. This river flows South. The stranger's a deer, camping in the foothills. It lived another year without becoming roadkill. If doomsday's coming, let the earth attack. And while the crowd is running, I'll be here instead. The village green, far from the beachhead. Your demon met me here. (x3)
(Thanks to Phillip Le for these lyrics)
From Letras Mania