[Instrumental - distant breaks] [Intro] Forty lengths. Phone in the locker. Lane six. [Verse 1] Two-one-four on a plastic key Cold tile underneath my feet Quarter to eleven, almost empty One light buzzing over the deep Someone stacks the floats by the wall Someone wheels the yellow sign I came in with my head too full I don't need to name it tonight Four strokes Turn Breathe Again The ceiling moves The blue line stays [Pre-Chorus] Every thought gets shorter When it has to cross the water [Chorus] In lane six Nobody asks me what comes next Blue line, white tiles Ceiling upside down again Down and back Down and back Till the whole day leaves my skin In lane six I don't have to win [Post-Chorus - chopped rhythmic vocal] Four Three Two Breathe Four Three Two Turn [Instrumental Break - full jungle groove] [Verse 2] My phone lights up behind the door I see the glow and let it fade The vending machine still hums outside Like it has nowhere else to be A woman in lane number four Leaves before I learn her face For ten seconds we're side by side Then the ropes pull us away Kick Turn Push Glide Nothing clever Nothing wide [Pre-Chorus] Every thought gets smaller At the bottom of the water [Chorus] In lane six Nobody asks me what comes next Blue line, white tiles Ceiling upside down again Down and back Down and back Till the whole day leaves my skin In lane six I don't have to win [Post-Chorus] Four Three Two Breathe Four Three Two Turn [Bridge - drums stripped back] At ten fifty-eight The whistle goes I touch the wall And finally know I'm tired For the right reason [Final Chorus - wide, euphoric but controlled] In lane six Nobody asks me what comes next Blue line, white tiles Ceiling upside down again One more back One more length Let the water have what's left In lane six I don't have to win [Final Break] Four Three Two Breathe Four Three Two Turn [Outro] Forty-one.
