foxes hiding Go on, still time for you to sail back to his side While I forget I ever saw you gliding Swans, swans, swans
the fallen... Let the fallen hear. "It never rains around here." The sane, with its beautiful voices... A choir. Leave... leave the misery of the swans. the swans
Was what I sensed Of the signs you were sending Lives as one But seperated Who'll drow the lines Who tells when it's too late? And as the swans prepare
are not swans We fit into each other, we are Russian dolls, Where somewhere in the centre sits a beating heart. But come on, come on, We are not swans
Pour yourself into me Our time approaches So near that I sigh What danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies We carry them all away As we
The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your God. Look at the way he stands
See the light and feel my warm desire, run through your veins like the evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I'll bless your name before
your neck. Yet much is false. This mighty evening, I've seen no face. This is crushing me. My quill it aches. Turn loose the swans that drew my poets
Thy every look and every grace so charm whenever I view thee, 'til death overtake me in the chase still will my hopes pursue thee Then when my tedious
astral world I have been bewitched And now on my bended knees I am praying "For Thine is the Kingdom"... ...I know they've died and turned into the Black Swans
swans swim so bonny o Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan with a hey ho and a bonny o It's very like a gentle woman the swans swim so bonny o They
swans swim so bonny o Oh father, oh daddy, here swims a swan with a hey ho and a bonny o It's very like a gentle woman the swans swmi so bonny o They
And She Sits There By The Wall Making Holes Where I Just Stood And Her Hands They Touch Her Face Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood And She Holds On To
Time is ever-changing I will never have it back Sometimes I had wondered if the best was yet to come I can't deny it there are moments I regret So much
Put your hand on my shoulder Turn me around I'm helpless, I'm spinning Turn me around Turn me around I'll open myself and I'll never close The red rose
I see them all lined up, Like naked children at the wall. Their skin is hanging off in sheets. Each face is painted like a whore. Their blood is shining
And The Endless Crowds Of People They Walk Upon This Stone Where Will Their Memory Go Where Did Their Minds Come From And I Was Only A Child When I First
When, When We Were Young We Had No History So Nothing To Lose Meant We Could Choose Choose What We Wanted Then Without Any Fear Or Thought Of Revenge
