Swansong - 7 Seconds

It’s ragin' in the whole of us, like firespots fresh from the sun

This aggression’s getting heavy, so close in, tune up everyone

I’m hopin', and I’m walking and I heard you call my name

There’s still time to go, out alone

But I feel so free, it seems to be that swansong in my head

Hey it’s 1989!

I remember, standing on the roof, in New York, it was summertime

Below the streets, fell thick in rage, we smiled than began to fight

I’m walkin' and I’m talkin', but the truth is up ahead

Hey we’re not to go, anywhere

We’re busy playin' games and still that swansong’s in my head

Hey it’s time to fly south!

It’s a sure time, when it’s your time

Gotta feeling, and I’m reeling

The sky is dark and you put your hand in mine

There’s some people at the corner, but I didn’t know what to say

If demands decide your fate

The only thing to do is wait, and keep your spirits high

Keep your spirits high, no, that ain’t no lie, this

Swansong has to end!