Evanesco

Swings

I'm living on swings

Tied up by invisible strings

My feet never touches the ground

For to this set I am bound

I'm flying and I see heaven

I fall and I see hell

Playtime isn't over

Though you hear the bell

I experience the bubbling thrills

And the coma like chills

It's black and white all day

Only at night time is it grey

There are nothing but highs and lows

Though this is something I never chose

My feet will only ever touch down

When I drop dead on the ground