Come on out Georgine, they have all gone
Come on, and drink the linctus,
We'll move out of the bed-sits

Now we're not too young,
But our chance has landed and we're just so imminent,
Yet you seem so distant
The nights crow's been landing lately
He's in cahoots with the slim white lady

You can call this a Swan song

Carry me through scilences so awkward,
See me and raise a sentence, a turn of phrase,
A breaking omnipotent waves of youth in it's last flushes,
Let eyes retain their brilliance, keep crows from landing,
And the span of their web spreading,
In cahoots with the slim white lady

In cahoots with the slim white lady,
Cahoots with the slim white lady
Now I'll never desert your arms

Now I'll never desert your arms

Away for Benelux
You take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck
We'll soar from bridges to the swans,
Our bullets into the water become the bird of song

You can call this a Swan song

I love the way you are late
I'm coming home for Christmas, to hold open your weight

Hold open your weight