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 fear's got a hold on me.
Yes, this fear's got a hold on me.
I love the quiet of the night time,
When the sun is drowned 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 route 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 fear's got a hold on me.
Yes, this fear's got a hold on me.
Floating neither up or down,
I wonder when I'll hit the ground.
Well, 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 in the left,
that's why everything has got to be love or death.
Yes, this fear's got a hold on me.
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