I am the swan swimming in your veins I am the missing piece
I am the the whisper in the empty hall, the dripping ink
I’m the secret room behind your bedroom wall I am the missed call
I’m that stain that doesn't blend that bitter end you cant shake off
    
And when I fold the center will not hold

All the horizons withdraw all conclusions were made 
you’ve measured everything 
And though the wasteland grows you try your best to make believe
You walk along the walls of your empty mind 
wondering what you left behind 
Your steps are just a fragment of my lingering requiem
          
And when I fold the center will not hold

Swan Song

On the edge of your slumber remains a piece of that picture
That see-sawed departure, That circuit you’ve missed
It tip toes around you as you crash down on your pillow    
If you try to remember you will always forget

And right now the night is moving fast
breaking faith fazing pulses and blood, stealing names
and I need a reason

With the suitcases packed she sits and stares at the door
theres no turning back once you've seen there was more                                            
she doesn't care that she's losing all that she's got   
Though she said shell remember she already forgot

And right now the night is moving fast
breaking faith fazing pulses and blood, stealing names
and I need a reason

Closer

A rumor spread thought the night and tapped my anxious ears
The plot seemed so familiar but the characters obscure
so I came down through the swarming lights that pressed against my velvet silhouette

I kneeled beneath your window ledge I saw a room so sad and cold
Id never dare to come and scare you, just to accelerate your pulse
but you, you looked right through me and somehow missed this vagabond’s envious stare

Oh daughters of Jerusalem 
I swear you by the sun and moon
I swear you by these ancient wounds
Don’t wake my love until she's willing

I was lying naked in the cold when your steel towers were complete
You made my precious love a fable for the bums down on your street
I didn't call or leave a note, I was playing hard to get I hoped you'd come around

But the records show you've mastered some complex words to break the spell
so that you could pimp my name to anyone until they couldn't tell
That buried beneath the pavement all you holy panics yearn my broken glory

Oh daughters of Jerusalem 
I swear you by the sun and moon
I swear you by these ancient wounds
Don’t wake my love until she's willing

But I love you even more when you're unfaithful and distracted
I let you name my only son though I never really trusted
So now when were both lost I had to summon both the poles to render my revenge

Rumor - single version

The day was pressing hard against your dreams
Your song was growing bitter, and the aftermath was dim
you promised to yourself you wont withdraw even if you cant find words
And wait for an introduction to light.
 
It comes and goes you never get to chose a time or place
You stand inside the wrestling ring hoping for a piece of grace
And when that old taste of defeat slips down you throat 
you close your eyes and try to float

‘Casue when you’re here I’m never ready
And when Im there you always change your mind
And when we wrestle in the dark I know well never be far enough

You see them in the streets their carts are loaded their shoes are torn and wet
they beg and sing their shame without permission or regret
Their eyes are always looking somewhere else , the roofless night collapsed
And in the ruins, Introduction to light

Now she comes in from the rain, you do not ask her where she's been 
With a single stroke her fingers break the chains that fence you in
and then she slides out of her dress and paves the path to moans an whispers
paves the path to moans an whispers

But when you’re here I’m never ready
And when Im there you always change your mind
And when we wrestle in the dark I know well never be far enough

Behind the markets underneath the stacks of colored waste
Like particles that were never located or misplaced
It never was too early and it never will be too late
to master Introduction to light

Late Sea