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? 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

All for swinging you around All for swinging you around

And off your feet,
All the love you found, spinning 'round x3
Spinning Round, 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 x6