Vertigo — Sarah Slean

the heavens dropped a bag of red and white lights, pearls that keep the highway bright

and it feels like being born, like driving, the moon hangs a dangerous height....

terrible calm, terrible cold, this dream i have it's gold....

easier now, a place to go, vertigo....

and the faces drop like flies, and memory fades, into the rushing road below

and i can't take this night, lonely night, just try to tell me no....

terrible calm, terrible cold, this dream i have, it's gold....

easier now, a place to go, vertigo....

and i am full of love and consequence merciful, the sky of coal.... the beauty of the cars' electirc light, the speed with which their destinies glow....

terrible calm, terrible charm, this dream i have, it's gold....

easier now, a place to go, vertigo,

vertigo...