death

I love the feeling when we lift up,
Watching the world so small below.
I love the dreaming when I think of;
the safety in the clouds out my Window
I wonder what keeps us so high up.
Could there be a love beneath these wings?
If we suddenly fall should I scream out?
or keep very quiet and cling to my mouth as I’m crying,
so frightened of dying,
relax yes I’m trying
but fears got a hold on me.

Yes, this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.

I love the quiet of the night time,
when the sun is drown in a deathly sea.
I can feel my heart beating as I speed from;
the sense of time catching up with me.
The sky set out like a pathway,
but who decides which road we take?
As people drift into a dream world,
I close my eyes as my hands shake, and when I see a new day,
who’s driving this anyway?
I picture my own grave
‘cause fears got a hold on me.

Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.
Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.

Floating neither up nor down, I wonder when I’ll hit the ground.
Will the earth beneath my body shake,
and cast your sleeping hearts awake?
Could it tremble stars from moonlit skies?
Could it drag a tear from your cold eyes?
I live on the right side I sleep on the left,
that’s why everything is got to be love or death.

Yes this fears got a hold on me.
Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.
Yes this fears got a hold on me, yes this fears got a hold on me.