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They say the world's an eventfull 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 week 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