Swimming - Sunset Rubdown, Spencer Krug

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