Swim from Ghosts by scuttlefuzz

drifter, a work of art
wringing your hands
marking the sand
such a shame and i swear it looks as if you've seen a ghost
oh i swear it looks as if you've seen a ghost

anybody out there
did someone save the lawn chairs
who knew our baby could swim
i hear the branches creaking
but my lemongrass is steeping
oh thank god our baby can swim

thunder lost by art
sketching swallows
lightning follows
and i can't imagine how else it could go
no i can't imagine how else it could go

anybody out there
did someone save the lawn chairs
who knew our baby could swim
i hear the branches creaking
but my lemongrass is steeping
oh thank god our baby can swim

• Pop
• bedroom pop
• electronic
• indie
• indie pop
• Boston