The Swing Of Things
You say the world's an eventful placeYou give me newsI don't want to knowYou say that I should carethat I should speak my mind
Oh, but how can I speak of the worldrushing bywith a lump in my throatand tears in my eyesHave we come to the point of no turning backor is it still time to get intothe swing of things
Let us walk through this windless cityI'll go on till the winter gets me"Sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear"in a letter somewhere
Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my headand an ocean between usand room in my bedHave I come to the point where I'm losing the gripor is it still time to get intothe swing of things
When she glows in the darkand I'm weak by the sightof this breathtaking beautyin which I can hideThere is a worldful out thereof people I fearbut given time I'll get intothe swing of things
Yes, when she glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sightI know that I'll need this for the rest of my life
What have I done,What lies I have toldI've played games with the ones that rescued my soulHave I come to the point where I'm losing the gripor is it still time to get intothe swing of things