Swing Shift

Uh
I sit here
In a big room
In a big green room
Pencils rolling
And hills swimming

In the swing shift
Losing it
I’m out of style
In my walking shorts and binoculars
In heaven’s hotel
Hello

You never know
What’s going on
In the swing shift

And it’s another thing looking around
At old men on the clock
Reverberating, clinging like new skin
Losing it
Abusing it
Choosing it
Fun and sun for everyone
In the swing shift

And it’s another thing looking around
People seem so distant when you can’t get around
Parting is simple
For the unliving
Never found

I sit here
In a big room
A big green room
Pencils rolling
And hills swimming
In the swing shift

I'm losing it
I’m out of style
In my walking shorts and binoculars
In heaven’s hotel
Hello

You nеver know
What’s going on
In the swing shift
In the swing shift

In thе swing shift