Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Like this:

In the middle of the summer on the west coast of Sweden

We had sandwiches in our bags waiting to be eaten

On those fallen trees sun was drifting through the leaves

And you had led me to the biggest lake that I'd ever seen, and

All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and

All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and

All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you

This is simple, and it's true

So let's go swimming this afternoon

The water here is so clear I can see all the way to the bottom

And it's so strange -- in winter, all this will be frozen solid

I tell you it feels new to go swimming somewhere nothing can eat you, and

All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and

All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and

All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you

This is simple, and it's true

So let's go swimming this afternoon

And down by the ocean I learned to give in

As we fall through the waves I know that this is it

The start of May on the central coast of Queensland

In a little cove where pandanus lines the sand

The water's so salty, if we stay in too long we'll get thirsty

But there's beer in the Esky

All of the punks in Camden could never shout about it, and

All of the hipsters in Shoreditch could never style it, and

All of the bankers in Moorgate could never buy it for you

This is simple, and it's true

So let's go swimming this afternoon