Trance To The Sun - Swing Lower текст песни

Swing over my great silver chair
You won't get lost there
In moments of contemplation
Where else can you go?
And who will be there?
Two blocks from here
There's a cafe that's blue
You'll tell me your stories
I know they're all true
Cuz if no one wants to know
Then no one wants to care
When no one wants to go much of anywhere