Please let it all stop

Love is a rush of wild wind

The scent of a summer rose

A whistle blowing on a distant track

And when it goes, it goes

It creeps in insidiously and left there to stay.

"Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer
It's driven me before, it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel"

Please pull the plug, restart from the top.