Pollyanna - Grey St Rollercoaster lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing You woke up with the worst of Thursday Chiselled in you face A single sheet of sweat clung to her bed The vice-like grip on either temple Hardly stemmed the pace Her pulse reverberated through your head Only one can stop this train now and it's you The Grey St rollercoaster of a thousand beds on whim Exposed to the other side of her With hair black as licorice As it fell about her skin Your ego took you over in a blur Only one can stop this train now and it's you