The Swarm - Calla

Sylvia’s kissing crosses

Crying for her mother

Guarded by her father

Swears that She hears voices

I could think of a way

If I only stay

Calm as the day grows dim

Dream another wish to

Sleep away tomorrow

Said She’s going home now

Home is what She called it

I could think of a way

If I only still gone

As the day grows dim