It’s about death, it’s about pain
It’s about loosing the air to the rain
It’s about lying awake all through the night
The idea of the morning that inspires you fright
It’s about fall through clouds of despair
Wondering if you’re the only one there
But then there’s a smile that makes you so sure
That real love and happiness is the only cure
It’s about a feeling that suspends you in the sky
It’s about turning a fall to a fly
It’s about loosing the air to the rain
It’s about lying awake all through the night
The idea of the morning that inspires you fright
It’s about fall through clouds of despair
Wondering if you’re the only one there
But then there’s a smile that makes you so sure
That real love and happiness is the only cure
It’s about a feeling that suspends you in the sky
It’s about turning a fall to a fly





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