Swell Songtext
von De Rosa

Your hair is wire
In the long grass
Our garden on fire
Our final mass
Easting or westing
To holier lands
I′ll watch the procession
Of an injured man
Now under stones and woods she lies
And I am risen so I will try
To wake her heart and follow again
The river bank how it swells my head
I've spent a love
In sixty odd years
Now upon the wind
I send up my fear
Into the night
And out of my past


My form of prevention
Is now flying fast
Now under stones and woods we lie
And I am risen so I will try
To wake her heart and follow the Rhine
The river bank how it swells my head
Oh my home
Swollen and sore
I am cursed
It swells till it bursts
Far behind
Leathered and lined
Pencil thrust
I get worse
Now under stones and woods we lie
Our bodies broken we′ll never rise
From frame to sand, from saint to dust
The end of all has come to us