Lyrics
Sitting alone, waiting a long long time
When there's nothing left, and all is swept away
Under the rugs of history, knowing that all that it could be
All for nothing just a foregone eternity
Time has often, flown away too fast
Making demons of angels, friends of lovers past
Off the deep end in the throes of emotion
Swimming in circles, in perpetual motion
Wings of desire
Feathers of pride
These are the swans of history
The bringers of light
Marching in unison
Time leaves no prisoners
Chaining all in yoke
A strange train of consequences
Wings of desire
Feathers of pride
These are the swans of history
The bringers of light
You will find me wherever you go
You smile as you look at the sky
Flying in formation are the swans of history
You ride in their stride