The Phoenix Foundation - The Swarm текст песни

Here in this storm
You are the eye in the calm


And I am a norm
And you are the axis upon which I stand in a state of alarm

And all the twisting turns
They take us to a nice place

And by any other name you'd still have grace.

Here in the swarm
We'd stay close and warm

And I am a ball
And you are the core of what I am longing for

And all the twisting turns
They take us to a nice place

And by any other name you'd still have grace.

And all the twisting lines
They blow our minds

And at any other time you might be mine.