Swing Life Away
.:By:.
Rise Against
verse 1
Am I loud and clear?
Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm?
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer?
Or are we just getting more lost?
chorus
I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours first.
Lets compare scars,
I'll tell you whose,
is worse.
Lets unwrite these pages,
and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave until the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
verse 2
I've been here so long,
I think its time to move.
The winters so cold,
summer is over too soon.
Lets pack our bags and,
settle down where pomp trees grow.
I've got some friends,
some that I hardly know.
But we've had some times,
I wouldn't trade for the world.
We chase these days down with talks of,
places that we will go.
chorus
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Until you hold my hand.
I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours first.
Lets compare scars,
I'll tell you whose,
is worse.
Lets unwrite these pages,
and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
verse 3
Swing life away,
swing life away,
swing life away,
swing life away...
.:By:.
Rise Against
verse 1
Am I loud and clear?
Or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm?
Or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer?
Or are we just getting more lost?
chorus
I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours first.
Lets compare scars,
I'll tell you whose,
is worse.
Lets unwrite these pages,
and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave until the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
verse 2
I've been here so long,
I think its time to move.
The winters so cold,
summer is over too soon.
Lets pack our bags and,
settle down where pomp trees grow.
I've got some friends,
some that I hardly know.
But we've had some times,
I wouldn't trade for the world.
We chase these days down with talks of,
places that we will go.
chorus
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
Until you hold my hand.
I'll show you mine,
if you show me yours first.
Lets compare scars,
I'll tell you whose,
is worse.
Lets unwrite these pages,
and replace them with our own words.
We live on front porches,
and swing life away.
We get by just fine here on minimum wage.
If love is a labor,
I'll slave till the end.
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.
verse 3
Swing life away,
swing life away,
swing life away,
swing life away...
