The Swarm Songtext
von The Phoenix Foundation

Here in this storm you are the eye in the calm
And I am the norm and you are the axis upon
Which I stand in a state of alarm

And all these twists and turns they take us to a nice place
And by any other name you′d still have grace


Here in the swarm we'd stay close and warm
And I am a bore and you are the core of what I am longing for

And all these twists and turns they take us to a nice place
And by other name you′d still have grace

And all the twisting lines they blow our minds
And at any other time you might be mine