Swing me round then let me go
as summer’s streets return to snow,

help me get my feet back on the ground
and the next time if your calling I’ll be around.

What would it take just to let it go?
Swing me round with nails of gold
as summer streets return to cold,
help me get my feet back on the ground.

Because joy comes and then she goes
like every summer’s night we’ve known.

Help me get my feet back on the ground

and in the end it always comes around.

What would it take?
I want to feel, I want to go.

Go. Go. Go again!
I want to feel, I want to grow, again.

Heart -

I want to know, I want to know again.
I want to feel again!

What would it take - to come around?
Again…

Thought i was light years ahead of them
But i was blind they were only miles
Light years ahead of them, he must be right

I was only pretending to be just another wannabe
A love supreme in flip flops
There might be peacocks in disguise
You’d better practice your passing shots
Beware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs

You were born in Christchurch baby
Listen to the bells
They’re ringing again in your ears
They resound in the evening
They resound when you’re young
They’re sound in the morning
They resound when you’re getting old/get things done