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Glass Swans
A Lazarus Soul
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Wandering wears the workday dirt away
I go down to the water to heal me of my haze
In the summer I curse the flies
In the winter I yearn blue skies
Raised in the shadow of shameful apostolic hurt
But now the sunrise is my sermon, the outdoors is my church
I make my confessions here
I offer my blessings here
And I smile as I greet the Glass Swans of the Royal Canal
They've been out here all night and they sway as I wander past
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
A hare chases the mist off of the day
And I go under the bridges for an echo like a Far-i phase
For an edge that is only found
Out here on the edge of town
The summer makes the drowners reappear
A season on the banks is akin to going clear
The prophecies of tin can seers
Chased down with naggins of tears
And I bow as I meet the Glass Swans of the Royal Canal
They've been out here all night and they're sacred as I wander past
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
Wandering wears the workday dirt away
Sky blue Saturday
Wandering wears the workday dirt away
Sky blue Saturday
Wandering wears the workday dirt away
Sky blue Saturday
And I smile as I greet the Glass Swans of the Royal Canal
They've been out here all night and they're ice as I wander past
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
Do they kneel with the sod as their alter?
Do they sleep with their heads under water?
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