Brett Anderson
Текст песни The Swans

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
Whoa outside, woah the swans rise, whoa, whoa

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
Whoa outside, whoa swans rise
Whoa