I look at the sunrise
I look at it earn
I look
The Shah of Iran, he ran from terrorPeople's revolution taking
Sitting in your bedroom, ha!In your private cell, hell!trying not
Alarm bell rings, the kettle singsAnd you don't know what's
hey hey!la-la-la!Hey!What's that you say?A little black blindIt's all in
Sixth of June, Nineteen Fourty-FourWe're off the coast, we're off
Well, my knees are knockingMy feet are hotI'm shaking all
Caught up in a haze of lonelinessIn the pursuit of
She's insaneliving on a different planespinning til she dizzy againjust
Sometimes I look forward to, finding the linePulling it in
» More on The Swingers