I died as gracefully as a Swan
You probably recognized it as flying
(My beautiful dying)
When my soul leapt out of me like a song
But I was lying
To you

'Cause none of your fairy tales were for me
(Obviously)
And I should've kept my plumage about me
(How could I doubt me)
When all of my feathers came off in the stream
Of our strange dream
And I was drowning

The whole time I said I was perfectly fine
I wasn't quite lying, my friend, I was blind
So I reached for your hand
'Cause I hoped you would guide me
Along the dark roads like those
Bright yellow signs that you find
On high roads that perilously wind
Like a boa constrictor
around your numb mind

I died as gracefully as a swan
You never recognized I was dying
(On your front lawn)
My soul turned into a beautiful song
Endlessly flying...
From you

The whole time I thought you were perfectly fine
I was so wrong, my friend, you were out of your mind