Lyrics:

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

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, spinning 'round, spinning '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 lightshow
Beneath the lightshow

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