life is good i can't complain
i mean i could but no one's listening
your image overwhelms my brain
now i'm rolling my window down
i love the wind but i hate the sound
you're like a tattoo that i can't remove
like a rollercoaster ride
holdin' on white knuckles like
up and down and side to side
in the morning it begins again
feels like i'm falling better strap me in
i think i'm running out of oxygen
my inhibitions are beginning to let go
i can't help but lose control
you're an affliction that i cannot seem to break
like a rollercoaster ride
like i'm running a red light
like a rocket ship in flight
there's nothing else that makes me feel like whoa!
holding on white knuckles
once you let your love in