Wait, my swan
That the lake escapes us
That the lake escapes us
Caught in the lines
Of my sombre archives
Of my sombre archives
Look, my swan
People pride themselves
To be angel and acid
Read in the lines
Of their noxious tongues
Of their noxious tongues
Wait, my swan
That one of them looks at you
That one of them looks at you
To take the peak
Of your lascivious wings
Of your passive wings
The wind is charged
Of these people affirming
To be angel and acid
Caught in the cages
Of their sombre archives
Of their sombre archives
The wind is calm
Under swan's feet
Under swan's feet
The lake's shadows
Have sombre archives
Have sombre archives
Wait, my swan
That the lake escapes us
That the lake escapes us
Caught in the lines
Of my sombre archives
Of my sombre archives
Wait, my swan
That the lake escapes us
That the lake escapes us
Caught in the lines
Of my sombre archives
Of my sombre archives