Bending Hectic

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 of 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 of 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)