HaNdBrAkE

HANDBRAKE

You have a handbrake to my heart
My life seems to be speeding at a 1000 miles an hour
Even though I am running on empty, bewildered with no power

You pull the handbrake
and I am spinning in slow motion
round and round
round and round
round and round
round and round
round and round
round and round
round and round
I go
when I stop
only you know

Gord X