| Lyrics: | Too many souls are lost,
so many dreams lie broken.
Will you try to help them
chase the
night away,
turn on the booming silver day.
We do it in swingtime,
we don't count the
skinny seconds
passing by or wonder why.
We do it in swingtime,
make the moment suit the
time,
we make the rescue fit the crime.
And feel each passing year
absorb the well of
tears.
They shoot horses, don't they?
So we dance and sway
into the pulsing, silver
grey.
We do it in swingtime,
we don't count the skinny seconds
passing by or wonder
why.
We do it in swingtime,
make the moment suit the time,
we make the rescue fit the
crime.
So many people fail,
so many hearts are broken.
We come to live with pain,
we
leave our arms wide open.
We do it in swing time.
Too many fights are thrown,
we count
the cost of it growing.
Will you try to stop them,
roll away the night,
break out the
champagne, hit the lights.
We do it in swingtime,
we don't count the skinny
seconds
passing by or wonder why.
We do it in swingtime,
make the moment suit the
time,
we make the rescue fit the crime.
(solo)
We do it in swingtime,
we don't count
the skinny seconds
passing by or wonder why.
We do it in swingtime,
make the moment suit
the time,
we make the rescue fit the crime.
We do it in swingtime,
we don't count the
skinny seconds
passing by or wonder why.
We do it in swingtime,
make the moment suit the
time,
we make the rescue fit the crime.
We do it in swingtime,
we do it in
swingtime,
we don't count the skinny seconds
passing by or wonder why.
We do it in
swingtime.
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