Come on out Georgina, they have all gone
Come on, and drink the linctus
We'll move out of the bed-sits...
Now we're not too young
But our chance has landed and we're just so imminent
Yet you seem so distant
The nights crow's been landing lately...
He's in cahoots with the slim white lady...
Away for Benelux...
You take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck
You can call this a Swan song
You can carry me through scilences so awkward
See me and raise a sentence, a turn of phrase
A breaking omnipotent waves of youth in it's last flushes
Let eyes retain their brilliance, keep the crows from landing
And the span of their web spreading
In cahoots with the slim white lady...
In cahoots with the slim white lady
Cahoots with the slim white lady...
Away for Benelux...
You take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck
We'll soar from bridges to the swans
Our bullets into the water become the bird of song
You can call this a Swan song
I love the way you are late
I'm coming home for Christmas, to hold open your weight
Hold open your weight