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 winger
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 mine

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 lift our mind
Five grey wigs in the coach ahead of me
Staring like you don't want to see
But we come in 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