Lletres: Josh Rouse. Other. 100m Backstoke.

If I need to be curious
I'll hold it back
If I seem to be serious
I'll spout it out

Last year was the best I ever had
Last year was the best I sold you that

Now I hear your voice again

It's like someone's listening
I know you're there
If you're not in this world once again

Watch the way you backstroke across the room
Arms out, floating
It consumes me
You haunt in your trail