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 strenght as you go in deeper    And the cold consistency    And if there's anyone watching    You dare not turn around    Til 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       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 concrede 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!