Brett Anderson - The Swans lyrics

Huddled like rabbits by the hole by the fence, frozen like statues to the chair on the lake Clouds of birds, make shadows on the moss, fields of kale, all patterned with ice Whoa outside, woah the swans rise, whoa, whoa Curve of the river like the neck of a swan, and the veil of the sky all peppered with rain Fields of crows picked clean to the bone, and a love unchained by the chatter of time Whoa outside, whoa swans rise Whoa