(Pal Waaktaar)

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

Pushing 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 til 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 and ocean between us

And room in my bed

Have I come to the point where I'm loosing 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 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

Have I come to the point where I'm losing the
grip

Or is it still time to get into

The swing of things