Fluxcore 94 - Swallow

Parallel lines don’t argue

Yet they never rest

:

The wind directs the swallow

And the swallow directs the wind

Rest will follow

But we ain’t following

We ain’t following

We ain’t following

The Rest

It was a quiet morning, on a misty lake

The swallows lined up for their take

Twisting, twirling, diving all around

They were sitting on the parallel powerlines

And they said to me

They said the wind directs the swallow

Aha, yes yes

They also said

Don’t stay between the white lines

If you wanna go out

Just put your indicator on

Go down that mysterious gravel road

And fly high, fly high, fly high

And let the wind take you away, oh yeah

That’s right, that’s right ‘cause

The wind directs the swallow

And the swallow directs the wind

Rest will follow

But we ain’t following

The Rest