Good Swim

I only breathe clean and swim good When my mind roams about twice a week And in my sleep, all I do is crawl, crawl, crawl My way through the dream And when I wake up, I still crawl, crawl, crawl My way through a simple I guess I need to find young gold To step out of the muddy dark hole And when I meet you, I'm making good point of view A good point out of view I need a tying friend I need a piece of land I need you to swim good I need a tying friend I need a piece of land I need you to swim good I need a tying friend I need a piece of land I need you to swim good