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)