Come on out Georgine, they have all gone.nCome on, and drink the linctus, nWe'll move out of the bed-sits...nnNow we're not too young, nBut our chance has landed and we're just so imminent,nYet you seem so distant.nThe nights crow's been landing lately...nHe's in cahoots with the slim white lady...nnYou can call this a Swan song.nnCarry me through scilences so awkward,nSee me and raise a sentence, a turn of phrase,nA breaking omnipotent waves of youth in it's last flushes,nLet eyes retain their brilliance, keep crows from landing,nAnd the span of their web spreading,nIn cahoots with the slim white lady...nnIn cahoots with the slim white lady, nCahoots with the slim white lady...nNow I'll never desert your arms.nnNow I'll never desert your arms.nnAway for Benelux...nYou take the shrill echo away when I pray for better luck.nWe'll soar from bridges to the swans,nOur bullets into the water become the bird of song.nnYou can call this a Swan song.nnI love the way you are late.nI'm coming home for Christmas, to hold open your weight.nnHold open your weight.nn