Swinger Songtext
von Pure

I have to hear the fridge hum
It gets tough when no one′s here
You left me all my breakfast this morning
I better sell the other chair
And it's hard to get things straight
Distracted all the time
And you′re always on the fence
About which way you swing
Which way you swing
You're on the fence
I love you when you're sleeping
But you′re gone when I′m awake
See the crickets and the bats still inhabit
The living room and stage
And it's hard to get things right


I′m running all the time
And you're always on the fence
About which way you swing
Which way you swing
Which way you swing
I got patience for my swaying sensation
Which way you swing
You′re on the fence
Which way you swing
You're on the fence
With the crocodiles and chocolate covered ants
And the catcher bottle and the party hats
I got patience for my swaying sensation
I got patience for my swaying sensation
I got patience