Sanoja: Swans. (she's A) Universal Emptiness.

And She Sits There By The Wall
Making Holes Where I Just Stood
And Her Hands They Touch Her Face
Like Her Face Is Made Of Wood
And She Holds On To A Memory
Of Something I Never Said
But She Still Can't Quite Remember
If My Eyes Are Blue Or Dead
She's The Mother Of Us All
She's The Victim Of My Sadness
And The More She Tries To Know It
The More She'll Never FIll It
She's A Universal Emptiness
A Universal Emptiness
She's A Universal Emptiness
And A Total Lack Of Faith
And I Saw Her Once Before
Down On Her Bended Knees

Through A Window Of The Church At Night
Confessing To The Broken Priest
She Is Holy, As All Women Are
And She Suffers Like A Saint
Yeah She Touched My Hand With Cruelty
But I Was Punished Far Too Late
She's The Mother Of Us All
She's The Victim Of My Sadness
And The More She Tries To Know It
The More She'll Never FIll It
She's A Universal Emptiness
A Universal Emptiness
She's A Universal Emptiness
And A Total Lack Of Faith