Raised By Swans - By An Ion

When you crawl to my side
you're like a wounded bird
with your wings weighed down,
you're somehow smaller than you were.
But all of it was real to me
'til you showed me
we were make-believe.

Why are we not accelerating?
Pedals down,
our pulses racing,
particles kaleidoscopic
fireworks dreamed by an ion.

Now the charges are laid,
the poles have swung away
and right at the split.
You might just feel some pain
or maybe you will realize that
I'm small enough to slip your mind.

Why are we not accelerating?
Pedals down,
our pulses racing,
particles kaleidoscopic
fireworks dreamed by an ion.