Mechanical Swan - The White Birch

Mechanical swan

It’s the image we build

To make the pain inside

Explain a usefull kill

Mechanical swan

It’s the future of mind

Turning you outside in

In search of thrills of a perfect kind

You show me how the essence of beauty divides into perfection

With your face deep inside the diamond

Mechanical swan

It’s the part we play

To leave the odd man out

Exclude a different way

Mechanical swan

It’s the promise we made

Turning you inside out

As you wait for a perfect trade

You show me how the essence of life is always in control

With your heart deep inside the machine

The spotlight’s on

A door opens

The shadow thrown across the wall

A sudden silence except for a noise from the doorway

A clicking sound growing louder

Each click made by metal scratching against the floor

Even the smallest children are staring obsessively towards the light

And in comes the swan

With gestures so mild

She’s got no name and she’s got a phoney heart

But it doesn’t matter

Cause she’s got enough beauty for everyone

And the swan points her finger to the sky

Talking so softly into the air

No one could ever possibly hear the words

And you know she’s about to bleed

And you know there will be no comfort against

As the swan waves goodbye

Mechanical swan

It’s the perfect kind

Mechanical swan

It’s the perfect mind

Mind build swan