oh the swans glide

on the glass of a cold day

slow and so wild

i feel my heart breaking

i waste the hours

debris pause on top of them

then the wind blows in

and everything changes

don't like my ghost town

my waiting is empty

the swans fly down

and swim in my tears

i waste the hours the hours

till plane falls on top of them

on top of them

then the wind blows in

wind blows in

and everything changes

changes changes changes