Thrill of fear flash of cruelty was what I sensed of the signs you were sending Lives as one but separated Who'll draw the lines who tells when it's too late?... And as the swans prepare for their leaving Can't change what done it's unforgiven bitter is the taste of your way cannot rewind can't take it back... The picture is clear and so brave but you wanted to have it your own way sometimes things are as they seem... and as the swans prepare for their leaving can't change what's done it's unforgiven bitter is the taste of your way cannot rewind can't take it back... How long do we have?