if you were there you'd understand my culture's frozen in time lake erie howls it has a spirit that i can always pull from
you are the grave that marks my bones you are the vein that carries my blood you are the swan, but i am your song your ghost has faded and gone
yes i escaped but my past still haunts me like the winter wind's gusty shrill town by the lake your path has haulted the snow belt's future's in doubt
you are the grave that marks my bones you are the vein that carries my blood you are the swan, but i am your song you're everything that ever went wrong