Woorden: Sarah McLachlan. Touch. Sad Clown.

A time so haunting, moonlight in the mist
Lay me down beside you, oh, as long as it lasts
From the river comes a figure, drifting slowly by
Trailing long the water, leaving softer than a sigh
Softer than a sigh

All the feelings, they remain like a still life
A dying swansong, forever lost, your cries of glory

The rain is falling down like silence through a shroud
When all that really matters left to lose
I'm all alone, I'm all alone

All the feelings, they remain like a still life
A dying swansong, forever lost, your cries of glory

Walking from the shadows, a fear of sadness grows
Your heart is in your hands, your knowing looks
Our time is gone, my time is gone, swans dying song