I swam the lake and it was good
Good call, good call
I leaned my back against the wood
Pretty pretty, pretty good
And then I woke up and it was cold
My friends were gone and I was old
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe
And darkness was upon the face of the deep
I swam the lake and it was good
Good call, good call
I leaned my back against the wood
Pretty pretty, pretty good