Swimming

Maybe an ocean is found in the lake
 Maybe exceptions to this could be made
 But I'm swimming Lord, just to be saved
 She always loved him, but not in the way
 The way she's supposed to, but she never claimed to
 Oh she's swimming Lord, just to be saved
 Young lovers gathering 'round they hold their hands on Sundays
 And some days they'll get down on the ground, they'll get down on the ground for you
 I'd say you got some explaining to do and some claiming to do
 And I, I'd say you got some silly dreams that can't come true, oh
 Someday he'll get down on the ground, he'll get down on the ground for you
 He's getting old, he's getting old, he's getting old
 He's getting old, he's getting old, and the water is cold
 Bum-bum-ba-da-dum-dum
 Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum
 Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum
 Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum
 Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum
 Bum-bum-ba-da-dum-dum-dum-dum
 Oh I'd say you got some explaining to do and some claiming to do
 And I, I'd say you got some silly dreams that can't come true, oh
 Someday he'll get down on the ground, get down on the ground for you
 He's getting old, he's getting old, he's getting old
 He's getting old, he's getting old
 Because variables lurk in the wine
 Because the bed's warm and it's cold out that's a good sign
 It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
 This dust you kick up is too fine
 Because variables lurk in the wine
 Because the bed's warm and it's cold out that's a good sign
 It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again
 This dust you kick up is too fine