Swans Ebbing
[Verse 1]
Under sulfur skies
The drunken tides will pull us in
Unfolding – but not breathing
[Verse 2]
Upon your breast
I'll rest my head, in laziness
Gestating – just dreaming
But not breathing
[Verse 3]
My swallowed tongue
My wounded dove
Your eyes are mine, occluding
We're sinking, just drifting
Not breathing, but releasing
[Verse 4]
In shallow ponds
Within your palm
There lies a mind, dissolving
Not seeing, unfolding
Not thinking, releasing
Repeating, releasing
Not breathing, not breathing
Releasing, releasing
Releasing
[Instrumental]
