You say the world's an eventful place. You 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. Rushing by. With a lump in my throat. And tears in my eyes. Oh have we come to the point of no turning back. Or is it still time to get into. 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 where I'm losing the grip. Or is it still time to get into. 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's a worldful out there. Of people I fear. But given time I'll get into. The swing of things. Yes when she glows in the dark and. I'm struck by the sight. I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life. Know that I'll need this for the rest of my life. Know that I'll need. I know that I'll need. 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 it still time to get into. The swing of things