THE BEST I CAN
MARC DAUMAIL, MORGANE IMBEAUD
Hold me tight, the tide is high
I just feel so small when I’m on your back
No starting wars no starving wolves
Oh when you get cold I’ll give you my gloves
Where the oceans end
Before the waterfalls
Where the writers send
Their very last words in bottles
I try the best I can
I try my best not to make a sound
When I’m ready I’ll learn to swim
To the secret lakes where I’ve never been
Across the waves we rise and fall
Now I feel I am 25 feet tall
Where the oceans end
Before the waterfalls
Where the writers send
Their very last words in bottles
I try the best I can
I try my best to be a man
I try the best I can
I try my best not to make a sound
Across the waves we rise and fall
I’m ready I’m ready
To learn to swim I’m ready
To learn to swim on my own