I′m changing down the gears
I'm slamming on the brakes
A vintage soft top from the ′60s
We're coming to a bend now
Skidding 'round the hairpin
A sheer drop down an Italian mountainside
And time is kind of frozen
And you′re gazing at the view
And I swear I′m seeing double
No one's gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I′m letting go off the wheel
It might be as well
It might be as well
I've got these slings, I′ve got these arrows
I force myself to
I've got these slings, I′ve got these arrows
I force myself to turn, turn
The ground is coming for me now
We've gone over the edge
If you've got something to say, say it now
No one′s gonna bring me down, no
No way and no how
I′m letting go off the wheel
Despite these slings, despite these arrows
I force myself to
Despite these slings, despite these arrows
I force myself to turn, turn
(Turn)
(Turn)
(Turn)
(Turn)
(Turn)
