The Whitest Swan - Siddharta

I saw those panic-stricken eyes

There, I knew it should be you

Away, we feel each others hearts

Here, we somehow fall apart

Same old song and same old sound

Long way up north you find the reason

Raging storm

Troubled night

I’m taken by The Whitest Swan

Don’t you fear

I’ll soon be your dear

At the end of the world you’ll try to hide from me

But I shall find the way and seek

To all that feed you honey, you should let them know

There’s no more hope for them to grow

There is no more hope

Who is being laughed at, please

All my loving I have spilt

All my loving I have spilt!!!

Who are you who drink all that,

All that that is part of me

And shall remain of me

Here!

Same old song and same old sound

Stampeded over me

Raging storm

Troubled night

I’m taken by The Whitest Swan

Don’t you fear

I’ll soon be your dear

At the end of the world you’ll try to hide from me

But I shall find the way and seek

To all that feed you honey, you should let them know

There’s no more hope for them to grow

There is no more hope