This is the chandelier swing. Watch you sleeping, try hard not to walk away 'cause I haven't got anything to say when you wake. With nothing in our heads but an idea of what we should be, what we could be, swing closer. Catching ourselves from close up, I think we're the same and we've met our match. The chandelier swing. So cover yourself with whatever, cover your eyes 'cause it's not right, you say, "it's not what it should be," but it could be. You know I think a lot like you. Swing away. It's not like you had before when you were two years younger, my age. And I wait for you.