Swan Song

See how the shadows return wearing purple The day was a good one, it hurt just a little The trumpeter swans leave the past in the fields And head for a better unknown Everything moving, a madness, an engine Flying down the road to forget that it’s ending A star in the night is just air in the morning Up there burning alone And you will be here til you’re gone A powerful quiet, a kindness of questions A photograph forming in dark room solution Wait til the story unfolds into truth And then listen with your еyes closed All of it made in thе image of progress Beautiful swans flying over the projects Watch how love rises up to the top When the whole thing hurts the most And you will be here til you’re gone Uncertain passenger, fearful of airplanes Turbulence left you an atheist praying To god or whoever can make it ok To loosen your hands and let go Salt in your laughter and love in your worry All of that hunger both skybound and heavy The trumpeter swans leaving all of it ready For something they haven’t yet known And you will be here til you’re gone