you gotta swim Swim for your life Swim for the music That saves you When you’re not so sure you’ll survive You gotta swim Swim when it hurts The whole world is watching You haven’t come this far To fall off the earth
The currents will pull you Away from your love Just keep your head above
I found a tidal wave Begging to tear down the door Memories like bullets They fired at me from a gun Cracking me open now I swim to brighter days In spite of the absence of sun Choking on salt water I’m not giving in You gotta swim
You gotta swim For nights that won’t end Swim for your family Your mothers your sisters Your brothers your friends You gotta swim For wars without cause Swim for these lost politicians Who don’t see their greed is a flaw
The currents will pull us Away from our love Just keep your head above
I found a tidal wave Begging to tear down the door Memories like bullets They fired at me from a gun Cracking me open now I swim to brighter days In spite of the absence of sun Choking on salt water I’m not giving in I’m not giving in Swim
You gotta swim Swim in the dark There’s an ocean to drift in Feel the tide shifting away from this war Yeah you gotta swim Don’t let yourself sink Just follow the horizon I promise you it’s not as far as you think
Currents will drag us away from our love Just keep your head above Just keep your head above Swim Just keep your head above Swim Just keep your head above Swim
“first of all" he said, "if you can learn a simple trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-" "sir?" "-until you climb into his skin and walk around in it”—Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird
–noun1.a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time: a nostalgia for his college days.2.something that elicits or displays nostalgia.
if my life were a soundtrack, it would be acoustic, with songs about the way i laugh at my ability to love the things that i can’t have. if my life were a movie, it would be black and white, with still-frames in color and hue. the credits would say a simple phrase, like “you aren’t what you say or what you do, so don’t worry so much, just get on with the life that you love”.
i can’t help but cling onto whats left of the ‘old times.’ they were good ones. we were fucking golden.
i’m so glad i found you, i’m not gonna lose you. whatever it takes to stay here with you. take it to the good times, see it through the bad times, whatever it takes is what i’m gonna do. let them say we’re crazy, what do they know. put your arms around me baby don’t ever let go. let the world around us just fall apart. maybe we can make it if we’re heart to heart.
breezy sunday afternoon, i was strolling along the sidewalk strips down on 7th avenue. A stranger asked me for direction, I said “i don’t have a clue, i swear i’m just as lost as you.” you belong. we spend our whole lives here looking for direction, and we always end up right where we’ve begun. we spend our whole lives here looking for direction, and we always end up right where we belong. you’ve got the sun on your face, shining like a smile, brighter than the melody of any song we sing. Never give in, keep pressing on. Gotta believe in better days. premonitions of the irony, we always seem to crave. and you belong.
we spend our whole lives here looking for direction, and we always end up right where we’ve begun.