Washout

Swans will walk on land just to swim in water
They will give birth over the rising
Steam
As the auctioneer beats down his old
Hammer
The sweet swanlings fly out in
Harmony

Green mountains between them
Blue skies over there
Oh just you wait 'til the washout comes
Got a feeling you might care
You might care

They're making love in the green green
Marshes
They are they are kissing in the cool blue
Shade
And on the banks is a wise man
Preaching
That those sweet swanlings cannot be
Saved

Green mountains between them
Blue skies over there
Oh Just you wait 'til the washout comes
Got a feeling you might care
You might care

The rivers running back to their providers
The rivers running back to their providers
The rivers running back to their providers
Yay yay yay
Back to the womb

You don't know how i mate
At least you don't bend the rules
You don't know how i mate
At least you don't bend the rules
The rules the rules

Green mountains between them
Blue skies over there
Oh just you wait 'til the washout comes
Got a feeling you might care
You might care



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Williams
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