Lyrics:

Mist closing in, getting thicker One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease