Letra
Sat down on the couch on a slow rolling Sunday afternoon
Took a short break from all the work I wasn't doing
Multicolor pixels on all these screens
Are burning these blisters in my brain
Got an urge to throw it in drive
Make a getaway
As each horizon fades
Tomorrow feels too late
But I'm figuring it out
Swimming through the pain
And I'm never gonna drown
Rolling with the waves
Until I find my harbor
I'll be
Treading water
My guitar's on the wall but lately it's just been decorative
Heart's on the picket line, tired of coming in second
Shouting, Time is money, and money ain't free
Been spending it all on another man's dream
I'm a company man
Just not the chief executive
Time is a swirling drain
Tomorrow feels too late
But I'm figuring it out
Swimming through the pain
And I'm never gonna drown
Rolling with the waves
Until I find my harbor
I'll be
Oh I'll be
Kicking my feet harder and harder
Drifting with the trade winds
Lifting hand to God
Feel like I've been swimming since
Before I learned to walk
Another trap another cage
Another rat another race
But I'm not afraid to dive in again
I'm treading water
Yea I'm figuring it out
Swimming through the pain
And I'm never gonna drown
Rolling with the waves
Until I find my harbor
I'll be
Oh I'll be
Kicking my feet harder and harder
I'll be
Swimming through the pain
Rolling with the waves
Battling the break
Swimming through the pain
Rolling with the waves
Battling the break
Swimming through the pain
Rolling with the waves
Battling the break
You'll see me
Swimming through the pain
Rolling with the waves
Battling the break
Writer(s): Ethan Michael Buckner, Clifton Jennings Rhoad
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