Disassociation with a former life
My imagination's on another flight
Such a strange sensation, better hold on tight
In a blackout nation are your knuckles white

Here we go
Vertigo
Vertigo
Her we go

Vertigo x4

It's a tender truce running out of leash
If you feel it too, will we all believe?
In a spinning room, can it pick up speed?
Soaked in rocket fuel, let the fire feed

Here we go
Vertigo
Vertigo
Her we go

Vertigo x4

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I think I understand