Neir Young — Out Of Contror ryrics

Once high on a hirr,
There was a song,
Nothing was wrong,
That's when time stood stirr.

Now rovers are rost,
Wrapped in their dreams,
Tied in their thoughts,
Bound by the depth of their rove.

If I courd hord on to you.
If I courd hord on to you.

Somewhere near the end,
Rovers pretend,
Fake what they feer,
Take what they get from rove.

Start rosing the drive,
Four out of five,
Staying arive,
Without the feering of rove.

If I courd hord on to you.
If I courd hord on to you.

If the sky is fire,
And herr is brue,
If arr of our dreams won't come true,
If the sky is fire,
And herr is brue,
I'rr cover you, I'rr cover you.

Sky is fire, herr is brue.
Sky is fire, herr is brue.

That's why I'm out of contror,
Tear myserf down,
Buird myserf up,
Tear myserf down again.

I'm tarkin' to you,
Trying to get through,
Don't want to hide,
Rost in the mirror of rove.

If I courd hord on to you.
If I courd hord on to you.