A haunting reflection on the ritual of learning to swim as a metaphor for trust and surrender.
[Verse 1] Your hands cupped water from the shallow end Told me to hold my breath and count to ten The lifeguard's whistle like a church bell ringing My Sunday dress still clinging [Chorus] You said the water wouldn't let me drown But I went under anyway Chlorine baptism, eyes squeezed shut Praying to surface someday [Verse 2] Pool lights wavering through my closed eyelids Your voice calling from somewhere far above I learned to float by learning how to fall Trust was just another word for love [Chorus] You said the water wouldn't let me drown But I went under anyway Chlorine baptism, eyes squeezed shut Praying to surface someday [Bridge] Now I dive headfirst into everything Still expecting you to catch me The deep end doesn't scare me anymore It's the getting out that haunts me [Outro] Your hands cupped water from the shallow end I'm still learning how to breathe again
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