Can a house be a home till you lay down a nest?
Though you might never get there to lay down those eggs
'Cause you're sunny side up, or you're scrambled in fear
But you're just not hard-boiled, gotta run somewhere
Swallow
To and fro
You fly so high so low
Dancing in pairs, in threes and in fours
So drunken, your sailor's waltz
Cutting the sky, no fault in your lines
Flawless, no roof holds you down
Symmetry pure, your missile core
No target but living to fly
Swallow
To and fro
You fly so high so low
Patiently damned, Goliath of sand
Awaiting his watery fate
Somehow condones your humble abode
A hollow to swallow your pride
Can a house be a home till you lay down a nest?
But you might never get there to lay down those eggs
'Cause you're sunny side up, or you're scrambled in fear
But you're just not hard-boiled, gotta run somewhere
Run
Swallow
To and fro
You fly, you fly so high
So high and so low
So high and so low