Žodžiai dainai: New Pornographers. Electric Version. All For Swinging You Around.

Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds
And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground
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?
As far as you know?

Was it all for swinging you around?
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
Into the front rows

And all for swinging you around
All for swinging you around

And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
And off your feet all the love you found, spinning round
Spinning round, spinning round

We're twisting incognito with no time, cant talk
Cant 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 light show
Beneath the light show

All for swinging you around
All for swinging you around
All for swinging you around

All for swinging you around
All for swinging you around
All for swinging you around