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


[Thanks to saintseiya1970 for adding these lyrics]