Text: Braid. The Age Of Octeen. The Chandelier Swing.

watch you sleeping
try hard not to walk away
cause i haven't got anything to say
when you wake
with nothing in our heads
but an idea
of what we should be
(what we could be)


swing closer


catching ourselves
from close up
i think we're the same
and we've met our match


"this is the chandelier swing"

so cover yourself with whatever
cover your eyes
cause it's not right
you say "it's not what it should be"
but it could be
you know i think a lot like you


swing away


it's not like you had before
when you were two years younger
(my age)
i wait for you