Swimmer — Room Eleven

You want to pull me in But I'm not a swimmer I wish I could jump in But the water is too dark

You do things without thinking You still can You change direction easily With your eyes half closed I look out the rear view At the trees on the side of the road

You do things without thinking You still can

We'll find a pace to walk in When I've touched the ground If you could let me know When you're slowing down

You're running Running wild In the city's manic night I am waiting Waiting still For soothing morning light

You do things without thinking You still can

We'll find a pace to walk in When I've touched the ground If you could let me know When you're slowing down

I'm not a swimmer I'm not a swimmer I'm not a swimmer anymore...