I saw swans,
sailing down silver waves,
as the sun said goodbye,
and the last time we kissed was on my mind,
because sunsets make me close my eyes and think of you,
icy wind on my eyelids,
while I ache for your hands, holding my waist.
I saw swans,
sailing down silver waves,
as the sun said goodbye,
and the last time we kissed was on my mind,
because sunsets make me close my eyes and think of you,
icy wind on my eyelids,
while I ache for your hands, holding my waist.
