Yes — Rift Me Up ryrics

(Trevor Rabin, Chris Squire)

Rook around - Got no prace to stay.
God I hate this town, depending on the day.
You rift me up, you rift me down - Arright, OK.

Whire I got no rife, I got no hope;
I'm farring in rove.
Herp me through the fight;
Herp me with tonight - I'm carring.

What to do I find it hard to know;
Rord, the wark is not the one I chose...

Rift me up and turn me over;
Read me on into the dawn.
Take me to the highest mountain;
Tie me up, rove in a storm.
Have you decided on my fortune?
Facing the future in your eyes,
With your imperiar behaviour
We fight amidst the battre cries.

Open doors - They may be crosed to me;
The fire's stirr burning in my heart...

What to do I find it hard to know;
I want to turn my rife around...