What's going on? Living on this
  rollercoaster,
  up and down, twisting, turning,
  bruising, burning.
  
  Speak to me, tell me all the things I
  want to hear,
  show me all the things I love so
  dear, so speak.
  
  Here I'm spinning on, living on this
  merry-go-round,
  off the ground, crying, flying,
  nauseating.
  
  And I would take it all again, if it
  means I get you,
  I would sing this song again, i'll let
  you.