Annaline - Swans

Right here and right now

The first night of our life

Well, I’m somewhere in you

And I’ll never get out

Well, it’s sucking us in

My impossible friend

How is it true

That we even exist?

Well, I’ll follow you down

With our limbs interlocked

Oh, the Buddha was right

And St. John of the Cross

A word is a thought

And a thought is a box

Let’s burn in a fire

Let’s clean what is true

Let me sink in your bed

Folded in you

Pulling us down

With hands made of light

Pushing us through

A window in time

Slipping into

A spiralling line

Undoing the knot

Releasing the binds

Annaline, Annaline

Annaline, Annaline

Annaline