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Let's go down to the beaches And run from the edge of the sea See what the movement teaches A frail sense of autonomy Cold toes in the water Two steps from freezing feet Feel the strength as you go in deeper And the cold consistency And if there's anyone watching You dare not turn around Till your arms are doing the clutching As your feet leave the ground Control or capitulation A new sense of affinity Having lost all the hesitation But back there it was just the sea Just a blue mass on the postcards Just a place to race the boats Just a waveline on the blackboard And now see how long the illusion float With risk co-ordination Swim half as far as you can We lose control of the situation When we think we've got it all pre-planned Songtexte Back in dead-air building blocks We lose the urge to take a risk And calmly change our sandy socks Wishing there was more that this Stuck in these concrete houses We dry out in the heat Invent the worst excuses To stay there permanently Too many regulations Too many rituals The biggest risk was taken Deep-ending in the swimming pool The structured sand and water Reflects our structures lives We swim but never further Than the constraints of our minds Let's get back to the beaches Wider than a postcard And run straight into the sea Longer than a holiday That's what the movement teaches Sink or swim spontaneity You'll see what citizen can be If we recall the deep blue sea That evolved our weary brains Getting shrunk from too much stress We either get back into swimming Or we sink into a mess! Aus Songtexte Mania