And the morning came... The mourning did tear me, the suns red light showing the way to a better day. And I flew with the swans, flying high above the clouds. No God where to be seen. The beautiful swans flew... Flew across the sky Across the sky
And the morning came... The mourning did tear me, the suns red light showing the way to a better day. And I flew with the swans, flying high above the clouds. No God where to be seen. The beautiful swans flew... Flew across the sky Across the sky