Album:
Something Wicked
SWIM
Salt on my tongue, a ledger of late nights, fingers drum the ribs of a restless sky.
I kick through the hush where the horizon bites, breath like a bell, and the tide replies.
(ooh — ooh)
Wind in my collar, whispering wrong and right, pulling my plans into the pale of the night.
I count the stars like stitches in a seam, and stitch my lungs to the seam of a dream.
(ah — ah)
I spin, I fight the flow — (fight the flow — fight the flow)
Against the current,
I learn to glow — (learn to glow — learn to glow)
Wind at my back or wind in my face — (wind in my face — whoa)
I carve my name in the water’s grace. (carve my name — carve my name) I swim, I spin, I steal the sea — (steal the sea — steal the sea)
The ocean hums what I want to be. (hum, hum — yeah)
I swim, I spin, I fight the flow — I fight the flow
Against the current, I learn to glow
whoa — whoa — whoa ooh — ooh — ooh (build: ah — ah — YEAH)
Currents remember the weight of my feet, they map out the places where I almost sleep.
I trade my anchors for a sharper beat, let the blue teach me how to keep. (mm — mm)
Salt‑slick prayers on the edge of my lips, the wind rewrites the route of my ship.
I fold my fear into a smaller shape, then push it out past the breaking cape. (ah — ah — ah)
I swim, I spin, I fight the flow — (fight the flow — fight the flow)
Against the current,
I learn to glow — (learn to glow — learn to glow)
Wind at my back or wind in my face — (wind in my face — whoa)
I carve my name in the water’s grace. (carve my name — carve my name) I swim, I spin, I steal the sea — (steal the sea — steal the sea)
The ocean hums what I want to be. (hum, hum — yeah)
I swim, I spin, I break the line — break the line
Turn the undertow into a sign — into a sign rise up — rise up — rise let it go — let it go (whoa — whoa — YEAH)
Under the surface the dark keeps score, but light is a language I’m learning to pour.
Rip and return, the rhythm repeats, my heart is a drum and the tide keeps the beat.
Turn the pull into pulse, the drag into drive, every stroke is a story that keeps me alive. (ooh — ah — ooh)
Pulse — pulse — pulse
Drive — drive — drive mm — mm
I swim, I spin, I fight the flow — (fight the flow — fight the flow — fight) Against the current, I learn to glow — (learn to glow — learn to glow — glow)
Wind at my back or wind in my face — (wind in my face — wind in my face — whoa)
I carve my name in the water’s grace. (carve my name — carve my name — carve)
I swim, I spin, I steal the sea — (steal the sea — steal the sea — steal) The ocean hums what I want to be. (hum, hum — hum)






