Standby Swing - MaidaVale

You talked about your thoughts

on life and I kind of spat

I’m sure it was a fair point you made

But you know how I’m cynical like that

Never mind what I just said

I just went

A bit mad but under control

Swinging in a standby mode

Closed shut like a jar, cold

as a winter’s day

I guess I’m hard to get to know

But I figure, who would like me anyway

Take no notice when I go

A bit mad but under control

Swinging in a standby mode

A bit mad but under control

Swinging in a standby mode

I never knew to what extent

but I wasn’t told

about what was going on

But I knew I had never fit the mold

So I shut off and were gone