All For Swinging You Around - The New Pornographers

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 show

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,

swinging '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 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