In a minute, we were winning it
Ingesting every particle; slow
Preceded only by empathy
Or whatever is known
Oh to wait in silence
Oh to wait in silence

Occupation in a swung state
Supplying arms, a hand, and lips
Perceived only as a nominee
Or a second class clone
Oh to wait in silence
Oh to wait in silence

And you’re coming home
And you’re coming home

Mute Swan on the lake
This mystery is ours
I’m driven awake
Have I swindled you of your powers?

And yet you’re coming home