Text: Laura Veirs. Lake Swimming.

Lake swimming, shucking free
Our deadened selves like snakes and corn do
Our bodies tore off swimming suits
And all the old notions, the cold ocean far away

Enter the sun, marching like a matador
Flashing her yellow velvet suit
Throwing a red cape on the sky

Old butterfly, I'll dance with you
Though our wings may crumble
We can float like ash, broken but the edges still shine

Lake swimming, lake swimming, shucking free
Our deadened selves like snakes and corn do
Our bodies tore off swimming suits
And all the old notions, the cold ocean far away