Stinger (Five Wigs)

When one line refuses to cover

His heart is already tied to another

If it's traced from the cycle I'm in

When the old turn stops the next one begins

One tenth-second will collapse a ringer

Endangered by the point of a stinger

And now it's stuck in my gut

Is it my turn to keep the thing shut?

And the world, a small amount of time will treat mine

To get in line

Sometimes you dream of people

Always in there, sitting in the back of your mind

The pages tear away from the spine

And then it's your turn to rip out mine

Five grey wigs in the coach ahead of me

Staring like they don't want to see

But we’re coming like a blast from the past

We can fly by to make the thing last

And you're asking to store it when the pressure is turned

If I trust you