They 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

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

"Sleep..."you wrote "sleep, my dear"

In a letter somewhere



Oh, but how can I sleep with your

voice in my head

And an ocean between us

And room in my bed

Have I come to the point where I'm

losing the grip

Or is it still time to get into

The swing of things



When she glows in the dark

And I'm weak by the sight

Of this breathtaking beauty

In which I can hide

There is 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



What have I done

What lies I have told

I've played games with the ones that

rescued my soul

Have I come to the point where I'm

losing the grip

Or is it still time to get into

The swing of things