Skydive

There's something big in this room And it isn't me and it's not you Works away at my bones Grinds me down, grinds me down

But there's a window in here I can open up and fall through Any hour of the day, there I could, there I could

There's something bad in this room And I've been waiting to tell you Chips her way at my And I just need to go, need to go

When I'm planted outside I won't look back for anyone I'm walking into the sunshine Never believe it's true but it's true

It's the bit when I'm near the end Nothing hanging on from me Turning 'round, I'll be turning 'round Falling down to the street

'Cause I can tell when you're all dried up You never see me run so afraid I'll be making the best of my time Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive Stretching out like a skydive