Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
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The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
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turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
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Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
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Still, it's so much clearer.
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I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
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The moon is low tonight.
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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
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I'm not sure all these people understand.
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It's not like years ago,
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The fear of getting caught,
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of recklessness and water.
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They cannot see me naked.
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These things, they go away,
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replaced by everyday.
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Nightswimming, remembering that night.
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September's coming soon.
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I'm pining for the moon.
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And what if there were two
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Side by side in orbit
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Around the fairest sun?
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That bright, tight forever drum
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could not describe nightswimming.
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You, I thought I knew you.
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You I cannot judge.
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You, I thought you knew me,
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this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
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Nightswimming.
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The photograph reflects,
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every streetlight a reminder.
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Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.
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Nightswimming
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Dashboard Confessional |