
"The grass is dying,
And the water comes to revive it,
Here it comes again,
The great whisper,
Across the plains,
Gives to thunder,
Here it comes again,
There's a tree-line,
Somewhere nobody knows,
We've been pining,
And now we're soaked to the bone,
We've been pining,
And now we wanna go home,
It's the devil we know.....

Twee isn't too bad for a Monday. I'm pretty sure I couldn't cope with Swans at the moment, anyway, so...
