Warsaw - Swing Kids

I was there in the backstage

When first light came around

I grew up like a changeling

To wait the first time around

I could see all the weakness

I could pick all the faults

But I concede all the faith-tests

Just a stick in your throat

I’m around in your soundtrack

To mirror all that you’ve done

To find the right side of reason

To kill the three lies for one

I could see all the cold facts

I could see through your eyes

All this don’t make no contact

No matter how hard I try

I could still hear the footsteps

I could see only walls

All this don’t make no contact

Here, hearing no at all

I could see contradiction

I could give up the right

Just to live in the past tense

To make believe you were right!