People Like Us - Swans

We’re drifting goodbye

On a rust-colored cloud

Oh fallopian friends

Abandon us now

Our systems are full

Of bones ground to dust

The sky shows a bruise

Where our fingers have touched

Come suck on this vine

It tangles and nets

Come swallow the wine

We squeezed from our breast

The ocean is shifting

We’re sailing amok

The methane is rising

To heaven above

We’re tracing our shape

On the walls of your house

We’re surfing the sand

That spills from your mouth

We’re calling for more

Cause nothing is left

The words are all gone

There’s more to be said

Send us away

On ships made of silk

Send us to fly

Black skies washed with milk

People like us

We need a dream to escape

People like us

We need to sleep to awake