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 [bad word] by 
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Oh, have [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to the point where I'm losing the grip 
Or is it still time to get into
The swing of things