The old Swans (Rock26 edition )

Here is a story about a pair of old gray swans and their journey to the end of the line Ride out from the citys bright blinking lights in the breeze of the real warm summer nights run from the stress the old city mess Ride straight to the future a reckless ride to a adventure the chopper crank's like a popcorn popper Like a endless dream Like a illuminating beam Hold on tight fly away with the stream This is our last journey this our last dream Running down the highway to the sea my sweet angel on the seat its we, only the strange idea of love blessed by angels from above I'm not afraid not anymore When sitting here with you at the shore The flaming heat from the crackling fire pleased one's heart's of desire Hold on tight fly away with the stream This is our last journey this our last dream Hope this summer night never end Like a evolutional devine trend I want to be in your arm all night In this flaming warm light When morning sun shine your face Yesterday sorrow without a trace Sunrise glow that's the nights slow deathblow we are gone to eternity all this the simplicity Hold on tight fly away with the stream This is our last journey this our last dream