Rollercoasters - Aimee Mann

Rollercoasters and ferris wheels

You like how it feels

Round and round till you lose yourself in the air

All those complicated deals

Your desperate appeals

Calling out to a god you know isn’t there

So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees

And all you can do is say

Please, please, baby please

You were conjuring that year

A ghost engineer

Building gods who could put the clock in reverse

Breathing thinner atmosphere

So thin you could hear

Angels telling you boy, you’re making it worse

So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees

And all you can do is say

Please, please, baby please

Please give me height

Spirals or spite

Falling or flight, the boosters ignite

So high as you fell looking down on the tops of the trees

So high

And all you can do is say

Please, please, baby please

Rollercoasters and ferris wheels

You like how it feels