Letra de Swimming

Maybe an ocean is found in a 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. But she's swimming Lord, just to be saved… Young lovers gathering 'round, they Hold their hands on Sundays Sundays they get down on the ground They'll get down on the ground for you I say that some claims are true, some claims are true And I say that some silly dreams… but I can't come true, oh Someday I'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, And the water is cold. Bum, bum ba-da dum… I say that some claims are true, some claims are true And I say that some silly dreams… but I can't come true, oh Someday I'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 best one that's cold out has a good sign. It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again. The dust you kick up is too fine. Because variables lurk in the wine Because the best one that's cold out has a good sign. It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again. The dust you kick up is too fine.