
Swimming in the Shallow
artemisamasis· 4:42 · 12 plays · v3-preview
- soul
- r&b
- alternative r&b
- pop soul
- lo-fi
- melancholic
- sad
- introspective
- downtempo
- male vocalist
- repetitive
- solo
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah...
Another empty glass.
Watch the hours pass.
Verse 1
The starting line keeps moving.
My heavy feet are stuck.
A million people running.
I'm just out of luck.
They carved my name in marble.
Put a target on my back.
But my engine's running empty.
And I'm fading off the track.
So I pour another double.
Make the edges blur away.
Just to buy a little silence.
From the noise of yesterday.
Refrain
Swimming in the shallow.
Feeling like I'll drown.
They're waiting for a king.
I can't lift the crown.
I light another match.
Watch it all burn down.
Chorus
The smoke is just a curtain.
The bottle is a shield.
I'm hiding from the harvest.
In a dying, broken field.
They tell me I should fly.
But I'm glued right to the floor.
They knock upon the window.
But I double-lock the door.
I'm wasted on the sofa.
Terrified to try.
It's easier to fade.
Than to fall out of the sky.
Verse 2
Trophies in the cabinet.
Gathering the dust.
Monuments to promises.
I forgot to trust.
Everyone is climbing.
Everybody's moving fast.
I'm a broken pocket watch.
Ticking in the past.
Critics in the gallery.
Whispering my name.
Saying I'm a candle.
That forgot about the flame.
So I take another drag.
Let my lungs turn black.
'Cause moving forward means.
There's no turning back.
Refrain
Swimming in the shallow.
Feeling like I'll drown.
They're waiting for a king.
I can't lift the crown.
I light another match.
Watch it all burn down.
Chorus
The smoke is just a curtain.
The bottle is a shield.
I'm hiding from the harvest.
In a dying, broken field.
They tell me I should fly.
But I'm glued right to the floor.
They knock upon the window.
But I double-lock the door.
I'm wasted on the sofa.
Terrified to try.
It's easier to fade.
Than to fall out of the sky.
Bridge
I wanna break the bottle.
I wanna clear the air.
I wanna face the mirror.
Pretend I really care.
But the mountain is too heavy.
And the ladder is too tall.
So I pour another drink.
And wait for the fall.
Chorus
The smoke is just a curtain.
The bottle is a shield.
I'm hiding from the harvest.
In a dying, broken field.
They tell me I should fly.
But I'm glued right to the floor.
They knock upon the window.
But I double-lock the door.
I'm wasted on the sofa.
Terrified to try.
It's easier to fade.
Than to fall out of the sky.
Outro
Easier to fade...
Leave me in the smoke.
I can't lift the crown.
Watch it all burn down.
Yeah.
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