Bury your love beneath the ground with me

(...)


Now the earth bleeds cold water in my open hands
But their bodies bleed poison and they swallow the sand
And we'll walk to the river where we'll die of a thirst
And my fate, it's no question: every fool he is broken
Beneath the same unholy curse
So bury your love beneath the ground with me
And lay your loneliness down for the sun to burn to sand




Swans, Song for dead time
White Light From the Mouth of Infinity
(Young God Records, 1991)