Текст песни Ebbing - Swans

Under sulfur skies
The drunken tides
Will pull us in

Unfolding
But not breathing

Upon your breast
I'll rest my head
In laziness

Gestating
Just dreaming
But not breathing

My swallowed tongue
My wounded dove
Your eyes are mine

Occluding
We're sinking
Just drifting
Not breathing
Releasing

In shallow ponds
Within your palm
There lies a mind

Dissolving
Not seeing
Unfolding
Not thinking
Releasing
Not breathing