Swinging

I follow you down to where the street unfolds

To where the darkness calls and the wild wind roars

On the long green grass we lay down our swords

Call a truce on open land with a handshake

We call a truce on open land with a handshake

And then down we go again

Down we go again

Down we go again

Swinging for the last time

You follow me up to where the city meets the sun

Windows on fire till the day comes undone

Where the prophets never sleep

And the weary lose their feet

In the dead end dying day to day

In the dead end dying day to day

And then down they go again

Down we they again

Down we they again

Swinging for the last time

We lay on our backs in a wallpapered room

A dresser on each side of a bed made for two

Minutes turn to days and we drift off to the moon

Just long enough to hear that lonesome call

Just long enough to hear that lonesome call

And then down we go again

Down we go again

Down we go again

Swinging for the last time

I follow you down to where the street unfolds

Where the darkness calls and the wild wind it roars

And in the long green grass we lay down our swords

Call a truce on open land with a handshake

We call a truce on open land with a handshake