Little Mouth - Swans

Please open my mind and take what’s left

Please fill this cup, with senseless bliss

Let me sup, oh, let me suck upon that which does not exist

Teach the weak, oh, teach me please, to cease to resist

Through halls of glass, through tunnels of chrome

Through corridors of burnished stone

Through fields of crystal and the shards of my bones

May I open my eyes, but not see what I am shown

And may I find my way to the reason to come home

May I find my way to the foot of your throne

And may I find your arms around my neck

And may I find your little mouth inside of this vent