Falling

Jan 26, 2012 19:20


We should have looked
before we burned that bridge,
because we're falling.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

The burning bridge recedes
as we descend
towards the ground.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

The sky's above us,
the ground below.
We're falling
faster.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

We'll close our eyes
and try to fly,
back into that sky.

We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling down.
We're falling.

We'll find our wings.
We'll find our wings.
We'll find our wings
and fly.

We'll feel the rush
of the air,
that feeling
of being alive.

We're flying.
We're flying.
We're flying.
We're flying.

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