Swans Finally, Peace
With glittering hands
On collapsible land
We're praising the sun
For the damage he's done
A ruinous eyesore
Oh what is a mind for?
Just a knife in a lake
Just an arrow in space
All creation is hollow
And a picture's a shadow
Just a symptom of love
With a lack of a cause
Now the city's dissolving
(dissolving)
And heaven's inhaling
(dissolving)
While the ocean is thinking of a surface reflecting:
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine
The glory is mine...
Thanks, Michael Gira.
