There are no free rides. You've been holding back, that's so un-you. An open wound every time we try.
you bend your rules and you bend yourself, it defines you and you bend your life every step tonight.
That's how it starts, straight off the edge. I don't see everything so different.
I could fly straight off the edge. I don't feel all of this, so desperate. I could sail.
Nervous streak or two. Two and you makes three, but three won't do. Inside you're ruined every time we try.
You won't go back. You won't give in to what they think. You lose your mind every step tonight.
On the outside, shallow caving, I could fly. There's no reason. There's no chance here. I could Fly straight off the edge.