Swan - Her Name is Calla

It hangs from a corner in the room, stares and sends mixed messages

What do I have?

What do I have worth giving?

What if it isn’t mine to give away?

Tear pieces off anyway

As it tears pieces off of me anyway

Shackled, weighted and aware, but necessary

For humans other than you

They’re children of God just like me and you

They’re sons and daughters of a God just like me and you

And we’ve had years to get out of this, or just let it spiral through our skin

and through the streets

Tear it down, tear it down

Faith, blinding faith

I heard your voice through the stars as my head pounds, pounds, pounds against

the wall

Against the wall for nothing

«Tear it down», you said

«Tear it down again and again and again until it’s right»

But it’ll never be right because faith is blind and wants love at a higher kind

of price

But not like this and not for them because it’s not worth it

They want it all

They want it all

They want it all

They want it all