Texty: Iron & Wine. Swans And The Swimming.

?Take me again," she said, thinking of him

?To the pond with the swans and the swimming"

Far from his room the familiar perfume

How it left her aware she was naked



The lesson she learned when her memory serves

Is to marvel with love at the sunset

And walking away at the dark end of day

She will measure and break like a habit



Oh, how the rain sounds as loud as a lover?s words

And now and again she?s afraid when the sun returns



?Take me again,? she said, thinking of him

?I don?t care for this careful behavior?

A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairs

Keeps her up with her want for her savior



The sun on the sand, on her knees and her hands

As she begs for her fish from the water

But turned them away, she?s a whip and a slave

Given time she may find something better