The Swamp - Gruff Rhys

The swamp, it pulls me

And cradles, me down.

The heat, destroys me

The deathbed, foul.

But I’m not scared of dying

I’m only scared of making you cry.

And I’m not want for trying

I’m just a tourist passing you by

I’m just a passenger saying good-bye.

The road, has no more turning

The yearning, breaks.

We fall, together

The heartbreak, takes.

But I’m not scared of dying

I’m only scared of making you cry.

And I’m not want for trying

I’m just a visitor passing you by

I’m just a passenger waving good-bye.

But I’m not scared of dying

I’m only scared of making you cry.

And I’m not want for trying

I’m just a visitor passing you by

I’m just a passenger waving good-bye.