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
