Out of Control

Neil Young Once, high on a hill, there was a song Nothing was wrong, that's when time stood still Now lovers are caught, tied in their dreams Bound in their thoughts, wrapped in the depth of their love If I can hold on to you If I can hold on to you Somewhere near the end, lovers pretend Fake what they feel, take what they get from love Start missing the drive, staying alive Four out of five, without the feeling of love If the sky is fire and hell is blue If all of our dreams won't come true If the sky is fire and hell is blue I'll cover you, I'll cover you Sky is fire, hell is blue Sky is fire, hell is blue That's why I'm out of control Tear myself down, build myself up, tear myself down again I'm talking to you, trying to get through Don't want to hide, lost in the mirror of love