Room Eleven
Swimmer
You want to pull me in but I'm not a swimmerI wish I could jump in, but the water is too darkYou do things without thinking, you still canYou change directions easily, with your eyes half-closedI look out the rear view at the trees on the side of the roadYou do things without thinking, you still canWe’ll find the pace to walk in, when I’ve touched the groundIf you could let me know when you’re slowing downYou’re running, running wild in the city’s manic nightI'm waiting, waiting still for the soothing morning lightYou do things without thinking, you still canWe’ll find the pace to walk in, when I’ve touched the groundIf you could let me know when you’re slowing downOh we’ll find the pace to walk in, when I’ve touched the groundIf you could let me know when you’re slowing downYou do things without thinking, you still canWe’ll find the pace to walk in, when I’ve touched the groundIf you could let me know when you’re slowing downI'm not a swimmerI'm not a swimmerI'm not a swimmer anymore
From Letras Mania