Tekst:
Swans The Burning World

And She Sits There By The Wall Making Holes Where I Just Stood And Her Hands They Touch Her Face Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood And She Holds On To A

When Other People Say You're Someone To Misuse Shut In Behind Your Young Girl's Face And Helpless In Your Bed Of Thorns I'll Remember Who You Are Yes

Coming Down For Me To This Room Where I'll Die There's A Man With A Black Heart He's Standing There Up On The Hill He's Lifting Up With His Burning Hands

Now I've Got Nothing To Look At And I've Got No Pain To Deny And I've Got No Body To Bleed For And I've Got No Sun To Pull Down From The Sky But I'm

In The Blackest Night And A Million Stars Were Aching In The Sullen Sky And I Heard The Great Machines As They Bled And Cried And I Saw The End Of The World