(K.J.Garside C.Gray) I used to know this wretched girl, I made her open for me, I took her heart, And I kissed it clean, But she still kicks against me. Are the songs my disease? Are the songs my dis

I swim the lake for I have lost my shoes, I'm holding on, I'm still awaiting you, You cling to me but I remain composed, I'll take the blame, grow you a thornless rose I swim the lake for I have lost