Your car passed my street today
But no one was driving
It must be a metaphor for losing my mind
Moving slow, but way out of control

I'm standing amongst you all and nobody's listening
So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still...

I can't stop this rocket ship
From lifting me higher
It's sort of like wedding bells that clamor in silence
Moving slow, but way out of control

We grew writh the speed of light
But crashed in the night

So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still...

So do you listen to the system in your ear?
Sounds like a whisper...
Can you picture anything?

We grew writh the speed of light
But crashed in the night

So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still...

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