Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds, and famously the feeling that you can't squeeze 'round, while tearing off another page of loose change outrage
It's another perfect day until the night shows
Exploding international, the wind did howl
The sky above was thick with rings of smoke and clouds, and hanging on the bleeding end of conscious, who's this? Was there anything I missed, as far as you know? Was it all for swinging you around? Exploding international, the sun, the sights, the moments you are viewing through a beam of light, propel you through the golden age
We crash-land the first page on a crumbling world stage, into the front rows
All for swinging you around
And off your feet, all the love you found, spinning 'round
We're twisting incognito with no time, can't talk, can't tell if this is fantasy or culture shock, or remnants of a golden age that's near mint unplayed, or a welcome overstayed beneath the lightshow
All for swinging you around