Hanging on a tightrope,
waiting to get pulled down from the air
Holding on to nothing, thinking I could fly
My lungs are dry and I can't
Breathe,
breathe,
breathe,
breathe,
breathe,
breathe, breathe, breathe,
breathe
High between the buildings, people staring out
Wondering what you're doing,
why won't I get down
Is something a dream of getting out?
There's freedom in the clouds,
it's a test I'm obsessed with the feeling
So aware,
I don't care if I'm dreaming Holding on as it grows,
believing
to get pulled down from the air Holding on to nothing,
thinking I could fly
I just might,
I just might