Brett Anderson The Swans Lyrics

Huddled like rabbits by the hole by the fence, frozen
like statues to the chair on the lake

Clouds of birds, make shadows on the moss, fields of
kale, all patterned with ice

Woah outside, woah the swans rise, woah, woah

Curve of the river like the neck of a swan, and the veil of the sky all peppered with rain

Fields of crows picked clean to the bone, and a love
unchained by the chatter of time

Woah outside, woah swans rise

Woah