The Swamp

The swamp, it pulls me And cradles, me down. The heat, destroys me The deathbed, foul. But I'm not scared of dying I'm only scared of making you cry. And I'm not want for trying I'm just a tourist passing you by I'm just a passenger saying good-bye. The road, has no more turning The yearning, breaks. We fall, together The heartbreak, takes. But I'm not scared of dying I'm only scared of making you cry. And I'm not want for trying I'm just a visitor passing you by I'm just a passenger waving good-bye. But I'm not scared of dying I'm only scared of making you cry. And I'm not want for trying I'm just a visitor passing you by I'm just a passenger waving good-bye.