Lyrics: Joseph Feinstein/Jordi Rica Botarda
Music: Joseph Feinstein
Embers of my past colour this broken ballet
Gather round and watch me spread my ashen wings Like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,Like a swan,like a swan
Like a swan,like a swan,like a swan,like a swan
Been calling you my home for a million years and a day
You sowed me to the ground and blew a farewell kiss
Forgot how to speak
What it means to trust somebody
Even how to trust myself I'm a prophecy
As I rise my own tsunamis
Like a swan that's been expelled
Like a swan with nothing left