The Swan - Cheatahs

The swan, he bleeds.

His wings are still.

If you take what’s pure,

It only means you’ll get yours.

Got it made in the shade

A god made in the shade

The Swan, he leaves,

No sign, no scene,

The itch is spent,

But every bird must sleep

Got it made in the shade

A god made in the shade

Got it made in the shade

A god made in the shade

Backing vocals:

You’ve got half the sun, but you’ve got no one.