Swing Hard

I may see death tonight --
You may be there.
I may fly high again
In midnight air.
I see them, in sickness.
I see them watching me.

In graveyards late tonight --
Too dead to dream.
There's no escape tonight,
Or, so it seems.
I see them, in sickness.
I see them watching me.

I dream of a mountain
To rise from the sea.
Then I soar into sunlight,
Born to be free.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I dream so desperately.

It must take a lifetime
To get it all in line,
And want what you find.
I look to the nighttime
To unchain the mind,
And leave dreaming behind.