Taking Back Sunday Swing
Songwriters: Lazzara, Adam Burbank; Mascherino, Frederick Pau; O'Connell, Mark; Reyes, Edward; Rubano, Matthew A;
Open the gate to your apartment complex
You're not getting off that easily
I climb the fence
The one that you've been sitting on
(How long)
Before I'm just a memory
(How long)
Before you can't remember me, remember me
I never had a choice, I never had a choice
To lead the choke-hold mold and romance you [unverified]
I couldn't find the part to fix
The lessons nagging in my brain
(How long)
Before I'm just a memory
(How long)
Before you can't remember me, remember me
Lover, lover on the fence
Bat your eyes, ball your fist and swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
Lover, lover now tell me this
Passion over consequence
When did the latter take my leave?
Just swing, just swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
I never had a choice, I never had a choice
The evening lit itself
And watched my reservations fall to the floor
Fall to the floor, now sit with me
(How long)
Before I'm just a memory
(How long)
Before you can't remember me, remember me
Lover, lover on the fence
Bat your eyes, ball your fist and swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
Before you leave, lover, lover, tell me this,
Passion over consequence
When did the latter take my leave?
Just swing, just swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
Open the gate to your apartment complex
Did you forget of your call for me?
(Did you forget it?)
How long did you expect to keep me waiting?
How long before I'm just a memory?
Lover, lover on the fence
Bat your eyes, ball your fists and swing
Swing, swing, swing, swing, swing for me
Lover, love now tell me this
Passion over consequence
Since when did the latter take the lead?
Just swing, just swing, swing, swing, swing, swing
