Swimming - The Nits

Mister Bluebird on your shoulder

Stays very calm on his feet

I don’t know why

Sometimes my eyes are swimming

Look at the way we were talking

Strangers for so many years

I’ve been away

You spent the day swimming

I’m sitting down by my window

Looking outside at the rain

I don’t know why

Sometimes my eyes are swimming

Laurel leaves and thyme

Salt and pepper, I’m cooking

Oranges and honey

Coriander, open sesame, cooking

But I don’t know what it is

What is moving her

And what she’s diving for

Mister Bluebird on your shoulder

Stays very calm on his feet

I don’t know why

Sometimes my eyes are swimming

Swimming

Swimming

Swimming