Swans

There are flowers in my house

And I bought them myself

No surprises in my record collection

You must have thought I was someone else

I'm still afraid to get lost in a city I might explore

But I'm not afraid to have an eloquent boy at my door

At my door, at my door, at my doorYou want to be a writer

Fantastic idea

You say you've never seen America

I really think you'd like it thereMaybe you should travel with me

Is this the best idea?

Because you've never seen a Redwood

And you've never touched a Deer

A deer, a deer, a deer

A deer, a deer, my dearAre swans deceiving us all?

I for one should know

I've never felt myself so graceful

And I've never swam so slow

So slow, so slow, so slow

So slow, so slow, so slow

So slow, so slow, so slow