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 world rushing by With a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes Oh, 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 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 I come 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 world full 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 Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip Or is it still time to get into the swing of things