Let's go down to the beaches And run from the edge of the sea See what the movement teaches A frail sense of autonomy
Cold toes in the water Two steps from freezing feet Feel the strenght as you go in deeper And the cold consistency And if there's anyone watching You dare not turn around Til your arms are doing the clutching As your feet leave the ground Control or capitulation A new sense of affinity Having lost all the hesitation But back there it was just the sea
Just a blue mass on the postcards Just a place to race the boats Just a waveline on the blackboard And now see how long the illusion float With risk co-ordination Swim half as far as you can We lose control of the situation When we think we've got it all pre-planned
Back in dead-air building blocks We lose the urge to take a risk And calmly change our sandy socks Wishing there was more that this Stuck in these concrede houses We dry out in the heat Invent the worst excuses To stay there permanently
Too many regulations Too many rituals The biggest risk was taken Deep-ending in the swimming pool The structured sand and water Reflects our structures lives We swim but never further Than the constraints of our minds
Let's get back to the beaches Wider than a postcard And run straight into the sea Longer than a holiday
That's what the movement teaches Sink or swim spontaneity
You'll see what citizen can be If we recall the deep blue sea That evolved our weary brains Getting shrunk from too much stress We either get back into swimming Or we sink into a mess!