Žodžiai dainai: Tori Amos. Black Swan.

Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan.
Ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone?
Gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way?
He... knew... He knew... An' he... knew where the pillow goes,

Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan.
Ride on, ride on, you know where she's gone?
Buttercups and fishing flies, the biggest, thickest ever sky,
I... I know they know something, I... I... I... know... ah...


Ride on, ride on now, friends of the black swan.
Ride on, ride on, you know where she's gone?
Little green men do okay, it's the faeries' revenge they say,
And gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way?


Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan.
Ride on, ride on, you know where she's gone?
Mmm... a-nah-nah... Ride on, ride on, ride on.