Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise It's my turn to drive But
And the answer is automatic It seems to me As well make our own few circles 'round the block We've lost our senses For the higher level static of talk Dog years For
I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can
Half the world hates what half the world does every day Half the world waits while half gets on with it anyway Half the world lives, half the world makes
You can roll that stone To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain
go, vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo What a show, vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go, in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo, test for echo
I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on me now I'd be there
Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea Clingin' to the wreckage of the lost ship fantasy I'm a castaway stranded in a desolate land I can
long enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes with the loon The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes
Music by geddy lee and alex lifeson Instrumental
ohh) Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed Angels and demons dancing in my head (Ohh ohh) Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed (Ohh ohh) Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for
Here we go -- vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go -- in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen
Vertaling: Rush. Toets vir Echo.
: Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise BUT IT'S MY TURN
: Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway Half the world lives Half the
: I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on my now --
thread of precious contact Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous relations And the long-enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes
