Swimming to the sun
i peel and burn as always, and fade
little heatstroke kisses
do their best to lure me from shade
I grow just a little more from your soil
i'll make the cold water boil
'cause i know what's there to know
what's there to know?
what's there to know?
Can't help but look him in his eyes
my cold water figure still cries
back at the child who knows what's there to know
but can't make it so, make it so
make it so
But i know what's there to know
what's there to know?
what's there to know?