Learning To Swim - Mikill Pane

With a big splash he was hurled in at the deep end,

before he knew what happened the pool floor turned into a sea bed.

A thousand life jackets on the surface, could he reach them?

If he couldn’t he would never breath again.

He had to empty all his pockets, he had to be a bit lighter,

the struggle to the top was gonna be a big fight but

if he wasn’t dragged to his death by material things

he stood a better chance and really could win

so with that he took his wallet, his keys and his jewellery

and let them sink thinking «fuck me, what a fool I’ve been, none of you have

helped me since I fell into the water and only now I’ve learnt, I couldn’t tell

it when I bought ya»

It’s what’s inside that turns the ordinary to survivours.

Soldiers never go to war wearing designer ware,

so it’s either throw away the dog clobber or be the best dressed down in davie

jones locker.

Tonight

We’re standing on the brink.

You start to feel when you can’t think.

You learn to rise when others sink.

And we’re starting to learn how to swim.

He was still under there, in his underware.

He badly needed to come up for air

but as he swam up, with nothing on except the bare-essentials,

the lack of oxygen to his brain must’ve sent him nearly mental

cause everytime he scogged the abys,

he swore he saw a different fucking mermaid blowing him a kiss.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on rising

but opened 'em, one of the hoes swam beside him and spoke to him

but wasn’t vocal or miming, she opened his mind and coaxed him inside.

«If you go down and get me everything you chucked away, I swear babes,

today’ll be your lucky day»

She kissed him, breathed life into his lungs,

now he kind of owed her so he dived for the junk

but he dashed cause he tought she was giving him a heart

but she’d tricked him, now the mug was swimming with the sharks.

Tonight

We’re standing on the brink.

You start to feel when you can’t think.

You learn to rise when others sink.

And we’re starting to learn how to swim.

We’re standing on the brink.

You start to feel when you can’t think.

You learn to rise when others sink.

It means we’re starting to learn how to swim.

Now he was covered in teeth marks from that biting son of a bitch,

that must have been the hungriest fish that he’d ever come across,

but our hero hadn’t lost;

he’d won with no weapons

he had done it with his fists.

He wanted his revenge on the mermaid,

she had set him up after all so it was only right the girl paid.

But then he thought forget her and kicked for his life, it isn’t over yet

so I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

Can’t leave life alone the world needs me,

he rose and rose it soon began to feel easy,

he poked his head through and gasped for air in the sea breeze

he felt so relaxed now, must’ve been the sea-weed.

He grabbed a life jacket to keep himself afloat

and he swam to the horizon, not seeking any boat, no

a different idea crossed his mind alltogether;

he’d go and live on his own desert island foverever

Tonight

We’re standing on the brink.

You start to feel when you can’t think.

You learn to rise when others sink.

And we’re starting to learn how to swim.

We’re standing on the brink.

You start to feel when you can’t think.

You learn to rise when others sink.

It means we’re starting to learn how to swim.