Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Scott Weiland
Your car passed my street today but no one was driving
It must be a metaphor for losing my mind
Moving slow but way out of control
I'm standing amongst you all and nobody's listening
So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still..
Hold on. Hold on
I can't stop this rocket ship from lifting me higher
It's sort of like wedding bells that clamour in silence
Moving slow but way out of control
We grew with the speed of light but crashed in the night
So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still..
Hold on. Hold on
So do you you listen to the system in your ear?
Sounds like a whisper
Can you picture anything?
We grew with the speed of light but crashed in the night
So hold on to something still...
Hold on to something still..
Hold on. Hold on
Hold on. Hold on