The swan glides silently across the placid lake, but beneath the surface the feet paddle ffuriously to reach the other side. Who can ever know what the other man is feeling deep down inside?
There is a swan in my heart and you cannot see it swimming there because you have never met me before. Yes, my lover, you do not know that the swan is you, and you never will.
this is the state of things
dirty business all around
no flight with clipped wings
for our sins we are bound
to a life sucking down mud
so then to free our tethers
we pay in swan’s blood
and pristine white feathers
The swan glides silently across the placid lake, but beneath the surface the feet paddle ffuriously to reach the other side. Who can ever know what the other man is feeling deep down inside?
There is a swan in my heart and you cannot see it swimming there because you have never met me before. Yes, my lover, you do not know that the swan is you, and you never will.
this is the state of things
dirty business all around
no flight with clipped wings
for our sins we are bound
to a life sucking down mud
so then to free our tethers
we pay in swan’s blood
and pristine white feathers