Clear nights by the frozen lake Our ears, open to the moaning A burning fever in a cold sleeping bag The northern lights were never, in my dreams Swim for me, Under the ice, Show me a grin for every stroke, The sub-conscious can never win, Can never win A worn down cabin, The home of a broken man Only a shadow, Of his former self An empty stare, across the frozen lake A strange advice written on his walls Always be kind and stupid, Truth will make you bold in the end Advice for cowards, advice of a broken man Yeah Swim for me, Under the ice, I'll cheer you on for every stroke, The sub-conscious can never win, Can never win