As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting, it did
After I met you
The way you reached inside my chest and pulled out things and sent them off in breaths blew
And as good as it got with all the layers peeling off, and though I writhed, I could not accept you
With your hand down my throat you held on to my heart and pumped the blood through

And now "it's time to go" you said, "it's time to go out, you little gray goose"
"Get out from under my wing" you said "You swan, go on, go out you're turned loose"

Oh so, "it's over"
Oh so, "we died"
Oh so your hand on my heart pumping blood went limp
And oh, I fly
The swan inside