The Swans - Brett Anderson

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

Oh-ohohhh ouuuuutside

Oh-ohohhh the swans rise

Like the neck of a swan

And the veil of the sky

All peppered with rain

A fields of crows

They cling to the bone

And the a love unchanged

By the chatter of time

Oh-ohohhh outside

Oh-ohohhh the swans rise