I love being underwater
there’s a peace that can’t be reached in the air
and I don’t worry about what’ next
when the artificial currents stir my hair

I can’t hear the headlines
I can’t feel the deadlines
down here, your voice won’t bother me
underwater, no one can touch me

On the cusp of the new and the blue

It’s easy to forget how to breathe
until you realize you’re drowning

and then I am floating
and then in the middle there’s me
caught between the sky and the sea

August swimming pools are in my eyes
but September days spill them over

On the cusp of the new and the blue

It’s easy to forget how to breathe
until you realize you’re drowning

maybe it’s just the chlorine getting to me
stopped listening to sad songs, but they’re damn catchy