We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind
And the nautical board-man that drove me here to face the tide and swim.

I swim. Oh, swim.

Dip the toe in the ocean. Oh how it hardens and it numbs.
And the rest of me is a burgeoned man, built to collapse into [bad word] 
And if I [bad word] down to the coast to disappear
I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears.

So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before though it's my first and perhaps last time.
Let's call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past.
She's there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.

So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

Now the water's taller than me and the land is a marker line
All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.

So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?