Mains Above The Water Line

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Intro: ambient swell

Drop

Hands above the water line
Hands above the water line
Hands above the water line
Hold me, I'm not driving

Verse

Grey hoodie. Size too big. That's me.
Two feet on the grass at nine.
At nine-oh-four I had none.
Somebody's knuckles under my shoulder blade.
Somebody's ring, cold on my neck.
Forty fingers. Can't tell whose.
Sunscreen, lager, cut grass, smoke.
Eight feet a second,
and I never asked for it.

Pre-Chorus

I'm laughing. (I'm laughing)
I'm scared. (I'm scared)
Same breath. (Same breath)
Don't care.

Chorus

Hands above the water line
Hands above the water line
Hold me, I'm not driving
Hold me, I'm not driving

instrumental jazz funk soul

Verse

Phone went at the second chorus.
Not down. Sideways. Gone.
The orange boat went the same way,
four lads and a girl in a yellow mac.
Nobody's facing where the sound comes from.
Main stage is somewhere. Could be behind me.
Stranger's heat down my whole left side
and I'm not asking him to move.

Pre-Chorus

Paper on my wrist. (Still on)
Nobody cut it. (Still on)
I kept my thumb there. (Nobody cut it)
Let it stay on.

Chorus

Hands above the water line
Hands above the water line
Hold me, I'm not driving
Hold me, I'm not driving

Break

Bridge

Twelve years old. Public pool. Deep end.
Someone's dad took me out by the arms.
Twenty years and I only get it now:
the lesson wasn't how to swim.
You don't swim. You get carried.
And you say thank you after.

instrumental jazz funk soul

Chorus

Hands above the water line
Hands above the water line
Hold me, I'm not driving
Hold me, I'm not driving

Outro

Hold me, I'm not driving
Hold me, I'm not driving
Hold me, I'm not
Hold me, I'm not
Hold me
Hold