Swimming - Maple Glider

Composed by：Tom Iansek/Tori Zietsch

Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap

A few times I nearly packed up my bag

You said baby please don't leave

There is so much we've left to see

Stay with me

I said I would marry you

If I could get a passport to

Work in the land of riches

Live our lives through pictures

Bathing in the sea

Searching for fish while you're searching for me

You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin

Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in

I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my heart

And said baby swim

We went to your mother's house

Driving through The Deep South

Mountains and red wine

The best I've tasted in my life

You said stay with me

You pressed your hands against the darkest spaces of my skin

Tell me my body has been so beautifully lived in

I almost fell apart when you looked straight at my heart

And said baby swim

You said baby we're just bathing

You said baby we're just bathing

You said baby we're just bathing

Watching the surfers on the Birling Gap

A few times I nearly packed up my bags

You said baby please don't leave

Stay with me