Testo The Swan

The swan, he bleeds

His wings so 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

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

Got it made in the shade

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

A god made in the shade