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?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's 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
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm 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 the places that we will go
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
Swing Life Away - Rise Against
This is special for all these days here. For all the faded loneliness and welcome hugs. The time when I was away and the moment I found home. The way I step my feet on the ground and you all made me fly. For giving up love and open hands for more.
I shed a tear as I was writing this. I didn’t lie. Yes honey, I am that tear jerky. You don’t want to know how fragile I was when I first arrived at Iskandar Muda. To be gratefully, now you will notice my state of happiness at the first time you look at me.
This land is so much more than a living laboratory for me. So much more than people have talked about. Be here, and be ready for your transformation. You know, you will need it to be whole.
I am ready for another transformation. But if I could have one wish, I hope this is not the last time of breathing this fresh air and be a witness of your beautiful sunset, Banda Aceh.
