Brett Anderson - The Swans lyrics

Huddled like rabbit's by the
Hole by the fence
Frozen like statues to the chair on the lake
Clouds of birds, make shadows on
The moss, fields of kale
All patterned with ice
Whoa outside, woah the swans rise, whoa, whoa

Curve of the river like the neck of a swan
And the veil of the sky
All peppered with rain
Fields of crows picked clean to the bone
And a love unchained by the chatter of time
Whoa outside, whoa swans rise whoa