The Findells

watching her swim

The Findells


It’s been raining all day And I’m afraid that you might call Whatever it is, whatever I say It must be wrong. Every sound at the door, Every creak in the floor (I’m so alone) I’m lying awake And she’s in the lake And you’re on the phone Watching her swim Falling in love, where does it go? Do we understand A face on the screen, a magazine A touch of the hand Is delicate? Do we forget why we walk in a room Or the actor’s name- the number of the train At the end of the day? Watching her swim