Thrill of fear flash of cruelty

was what I sensed of the signs you were sending

Lives as one but separated

Who'll draw the lines

who tells when it's too late?



And as the swans prepare for their leaving

Can't change what done

it's unforgiven

bitter is the taste of your way

cannot rewind

can't take it back



The picture is clear and so brave

but you wanted to have it your own way

sometimes things are as they seem



and as the swans prepare for their leaving

can't change what's done

it's unforgiven

bitter is the taste of your way

cannot rewind

can't take it back



How long do we have?