Before my time, the provocateur
Hung his hat on an opal door
For all to see, revere the grandeur of a
Counterfeit portrait done by mourning doves
White glove tragedy
I feel free, the swan in me
Let it bleed, the wrongs precede
The bond between you and me
Thought I knew, who you were before me
The long drive down to the sea
Where the planets meet and you greet me
The sway of that oak tree was not what it seemed
Green velvet myth machine
I feel free, the swan in me
Let it bleed, the wrongs precede
The bond between you and me
They'll discern, but
It does not concern me
That's why (that's why)
I say it's the swan in me
I feel free, the swan in me
Let it bleed, the wrongs precede
The bond between you and me
You and me (the swan in me)
You and me (the swan in me)
You and me
The swan and me