Falling
I said, father, let me change the world
He said, now don't you think that maybe, son, it's changing up already
Don't try to justify the things you live by
The fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Ch:
Let it go falling, falling away
Eleven thousand feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up
High above the snow line in the glistening ice
And beneath us like an ocean
The white clouds slowly drifting, breaking up on the mountains
Ch
Wasted all the years just waiting for a promise undelivered but still not broken
The world rushes by you, out of control like ??? and the noise ???
Sometimes we all sit here paralysed with tension, seized up tight
You want to make it save, you want to make it OK
But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Ch