They say the world's an eventful place
They give me news
I don't want to know
You say that I should care
That I should speak my mind
Oh, but how can I speak of the world
crushing by
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Oh, have I come to the point of no turning back
Or is there still time to get into the
The swing of things
Let us walk through this windless city
I'll go on till the winter gets me
Oh, Sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear"
In a letter somewhere
Oh, but how can I sleep with your voice in my head
With an ocean between us
And room in my bed
Oh, have I come to the point of no turning back
Or is there still time to get into the
The swing of things
Oh, when she glows in the dark
And I'm weak by the sight
Of this breathtaking beauty
In which I can hide
Oh, there is a world full out there
Of people I fear
But given time I'll get into the
The swing of things
Yes, when se glows in the dark and I'm struck by the sight
I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life
What have I done
What lies I have told
I've played games with the ones that rescued my soul
Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
Or is there still time to get into the
The swing of things