​dreams dying in the swamp; the river

I'm floating with the tides
I hope it'll be all right
All my wishes dying in the ocean
"In the swampland," they call it

I'm sinking in this quicksand
I'm tired of living
They say that dreaming's for the dead

We are animals looking to the sky
Let his river take me to where I need to go

I wanna fly, I don't wanna die just yet
But I ain't got my wings, I got two left feet
That's keeping me on the ground
Oh, just stare at me
Cause I'm gonna sink to the bottom of this river
Shivering like a snake; can't find no warm shelter
What do you call it?
What do you call it?