We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim (Whoaaaa) I swim (Whoaaa) oh swim (Whoaaa)
Dip the toe in the ocean. Oh how it hardens and it numbs. And the rest of me is a version of man built to collapse into crumbs And if I hadn't come down To the coast to disappear I may have died in a land-slide Of the rocks, the hopes and fears.
So swim until you can't see land. Swim until you can't see land. Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand? Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive? The sea has seen my like before though it's my first And perhaps last time. Let's call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past She's there on the shoreline Throwing stones at my back
So swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand? Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Now the water's taller than me And the land is a marker line All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky
So swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand? Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Swim until you can't see land Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Compositores: Andrew Monaghan, David William Lawrence Kennedy, Grant David Hutchison (Frightened Rabbit), Scott John Hutchison ECAD: Obra #12854962