The Swan Songtext
von Cheatahs

The swan, he bleeds.
His wings are still.
If you take what's pure,
It only means you'll get yours.

Got it made in the shade
A god made in the shade


The Swan, he leaves,
No sign, no scene,
The itch is spent,
But every bird must sleep

Got it made in the shade
A god made in the shade
Got it made in the shade
A god made in the shade

Backing vocals:

You've got half the sun, but you've got no one.