Swing me round then let me go
as summer’s streets return to snow,

help me get my feet back on the ground
and the next time if your calling I’ll be around.

What would it take just to let it go?
Swing me round with nails of gold
as summer streets return to cold,
help me get my feet back on the ground.

Because joy comes and then she goes
like every summer’s night we’ve known.

Help me get my feet back on the ground

and in the end it always comes around.

What would it take?
I want to feel, I want to go.

Go. Go. Go again!
I want to feel, I want to grow, again.

Heart -

I want to know, I want to know again.
I want to feel again!

What would it take - to come around?
Again…