Swan Song

6 a.m. on an empty bridge Nestled in the Czech Republic My jacket's on, but it's not enough On a wet bench eating breakfast: Cheese with some type of Swedish bread I can't say the word, but it's in my head Knäckebrot? Hårdbröd? I can't pronounce it but I know I should I wonder what they're doing now If he's still with her and, if so, how does the light reflect off your beating eyes while the Birds move in a line? In a winter garden with a view Raise a dog that likes to bite through fog I hope my knees are fine so we can exercise And figure out that swan song