Letra
He's got his Palm Angels on
He's going out tonight
Faithless and faded, his Mrs out of sight
A half faded timepiece, inks his inner arm
Fake tanned to the brow
He's got a PCP range in the car park, the boys are out
McQueens on feet, he doesn't have to be early
He knows he's out until 3pm, the ritual repeats
I live my life, he takes her home
But don't you know, he swims alone
I live my life, he takes her home
But don't you know, he swims alone
Head to toe in Kenzo
Only one thing on his mind
Balenciaga belts like keys
And his pearly Bodrum whites
McQueens on feet, he doesn't have to be early
Kitchen hopping until 3pm, the ritual repeats
I live my life, he takes her home
But don't you know, he swims alone
I live my life, he takes her home
But don't you know, he swims alone
The Jimshark swims alone, the Jimshark swims alone
The Jimshark swims alone, the Jimshark swims alone
The Jimshark swims alone, the Jimshark swims alone
He swims alone
The Jimshark swims alone, the Jimshark swims alone
He swims alone
McQueens on feet, he doesn't have to be early
Kitchen hopping until 3pm, the ritual repeats
I live my life, you take him home
But don't you know, he swims alone
So live your life, and take me home
Don't you know, he swims alone
McQueens on feet, he doesn't have to be early
Kitchen hopping until 3pm, the ritual repeats
Written by: Ben Pearce, Harrison Walford, Joe Syborn, Matt Cominotto, Matthew Pickersgill, Owen Trott