The Golden Boy That Was Swallowed by the Sea

by Swans

From the album: Love of Life

Track 3 of 35 on Love of Life (1992).

Duration: 4:32

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Lyrics for The Golden Boy That Was Swallowed by the Sea

And endless crowds of people They walk upon this stone Where will their memory go? Where did their minds come from? And I was only a child When I first looked in your eyes And saw your body rise over the ocean We saw the golden boy bleed love Onto the sand like rain While we were injecting colors Into our open veins And deep beneath the water The dead, black silence crawled Far away across the ocean The golden boy swallowed by the sea And love is sometimes violent And violence has no constraint And I can see inside you Yes, I can feel what you think And with this knife of silver I will release your soul And throw it out into the ocean Nine million miles in a straight line In a place just like this In a ship on the water Where no dimensions exist My hands are holding your picture And the image, it shifts I tear it up and scatter it over the ocean The golden boy beneath the sea The golden boy swallowed by the sea I lose my mind beneath the sea (The golden boy swallowed by the sea)

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  29. Amnesia (Live)
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