I died as gracefully as a swan You probably recognized it as flying My beautiful dying When my soul leapt out of me like a song But I way lying To you 'Cause none of your fairytales Were for me, obviously And I should have Kept my plummage about me How could I doubt me When all of my feathers Came off in the stream Of our strange dream And I was drowning The whole time I said I was perfectly fine I wasn't quite lying My friend I was blind so I reached for your hand 'Cause I hoped you would guide me Along the dark roads Like those bright yellow signs That you find on high roads That periously wind Like a boa constrictor Around your numb mind I died as gracefully as a swan You never recognized I was dying In all our denying But my soul turned into A beautiful song Endlessly flying from you The whole time I thought You were perfectly fine I was so wrong my friend You were out of your mind.