Sheila Divine The Swan
If you were there
You'd understand
My culture's frozen in time
Lake Erie howls
it has a spirit
That I can always pull from
You are the grave, that marks my bones
You are the vein, that carries my blood
You are the swan, but I am your song
Your ghost has faded and gone
Yes I escaped
But my past still haunts me
Like the winter wind's gusty shrill
Town by the lake
Your path has haulted
The snow belt's future's in doubt
You are the grave, that marks my bones
You are the vein, that carries my blood
You are the swan, but I am your song
You are everything that ever went wrong
