Perfect Storm

Hold the ropes in the middle of the thread There’s a long way to go, but you didn’t have the mettle In the middle of the perfect storm You took to playing dead and it grew cold Over slopes, over rivers running red Well the engine rolled over, and you got it in your head And in the middle of the motorway You took to playing dead and it grew cold And in the middle of the motorway you took to playing dead And in the middle of thе motorway you took to playing dead And in the middle of thе motorway you took to playing dead it grew cold