The Queen of Swans

Love comes thirsty, lands to drink

Love, flies up and away from me

Love comes thirsty, bathes its wing

Sometimes years go by, it seems

She flings her shadows down upon the bed

Only those with wings know what's in my head

Maps of sunlight on the carpet rest

Only those with keys knows what's in my chest

Bright red threads of desire, dancing through her eyes

Everybody knows her as, the Queen of Swans

Whispers over water, over land they're sown

Everything about her isn't really so

Whispers underground, Pere Lachaise they grow

Every inch of sunshine burning out the old ghosts

Sisters turn to mothers, into daughters they fold

Farewell flights, out the graves they roll

Human colored kites through the clouds they flow

Bigger than their bodies what a way to go

Love comes thirsty, lands to drink

Sometimes years go by, it seems