Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I, The Swan, artist - The Sound Of Animals Fighting. Date of issue: 07.09.2008
Song language: English
I, The Swan |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. |
| Brushed. |
| Canvas draped, paint peeled. |
| Gallons of something puddles and you take the pictures. |
| Hurl stones around breaths. |
| There will be shadows and holes. |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and a desist in space between being and idea. |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. |
| Brushed. |
| Neck stiff, a stone-ed image of different male. |
| Words will work swollen kindered knees to the floor. |
| Canvas draped, paint peeled. |
| Gallons of something puddles and you take the pictures. |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. |
| Canvas draped, can I feel? |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. |
| Canvas draped, can I feel? |
| He picked up a large white vase and pitched it. |
| Sharp porcelain lined the shapless pool of liquid formed by its contents. |
| Of the man that pulled at my feathers. |
| The artist, the true manifestation of struggle. |
| The shattered porcelain greeted back with fresh wounds. |
| Memories. |
| To be, naked. |
| I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. |
| Canvas draped, can I feel? |