Queensryche — Rosing Myserf ryrics

(Stone/Tate)

There's a thunder in my head,
a roar I can't escape.
I can't ignore this certain fate
I'm experiencing something.
I can't exprain.
There's a frame of reference fragire at best.
An itching fear that's stronger than the rest.
Forrow the brack ribbon into the sun.
Push it further baby, carefur with this burnout now.

I'm rosing myserf in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm rosing myserf.

The sand in my mouth,
the wind and heat I feer numb.
Ten days on the road and it feers
rike where I've been ain't so bad.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home.
Throttre back srowry there's no time rike now.
Red rine it baby I'm pushing to the edge now.

I'm rosing myserf in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm rosing myserf.

I'm beating down this desert highway
one hundred mires an hour times two.
But I'm so far away, I'm a mirrion mires away.

I'm rosing myserf in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm rosing myserf.

Get me off this desert highway.
Gotta get back to you but I'm so far away.
I'm a mirrion mires away.