Wandering, chasing after a light that was like an illusion
We were painting over yet another night
A town overgrown with the living dead
Still remembering the dreams
Once housed in their patch-covered bodies
Let’s swim through miracles, wrapping even tragedy about our bodies
These wounds will just serve to make you who you are
Let’s stitch our tattered wishes together and raise the flag of revolt
A song to just swim through to the end of this night
Living dead swimmer
Light flooded throughout town, and everyone reflected it brilliantly
How do we look from over there?
Everyone said it, that in this town
There are countless longings, dreams, hopes, desires
And we certainly found them all
Each a lost item, its owner unknown
The shattered hopes you carry, even your chewed-up regrets
Are flowers of resolve that you just planted for the future
You hold back your tears, saying this moment doesn’t deserve them
But someday, they’ll fall, full of joy
And suddenly, our purely decorative eyes grew used to the sight of miracles
Our bodies slowing becoming patchwork
Though everyone holds light within them, we didn’t realize it
And we’re swimming through this night
Let’s swim through miracles, wrapping even tragedy about our bodies
These wounds will just serve to make you who you are, yeah
Wishes, setbacks, illusions—each will make you shine
A song to just swim through to the end of this night
Living dead swimmer