Thrill of fear flash of cruelty
was what I sensed of the signs you were sending
Lives as one but separated
Who'll draw the lines
who tells when it's too late?...
And as the swans prepare for their leaving
Can't change what done
it's unforgiven
bitter is the taste of your way
cannot rewind
can't take it back...
The picture is clear and so brave
but you wanted to have it your own way
sometimes things are as they seem...
and as the swans prepare for their leaving
can't change what's done
it's unforgiven
bitter is the taste of your way
cannot rewind
can't take it back...
How long do we have?
