Pull the Cord

I'll jump from a plane
How brave, how insane
Well only if the chute doesn't open
And I'll fall, like the rain
To my grave, to my pain
Here's to hoping

Or I'll glide, through the air
Feel the wind in my hair
And pray the parachute isn't broken
Smiling wide, laughing free
A mile high, above the trees
Feel alive by any means
Here's to coping

And I am still deciding
If I'm gonna pull the chord
I believe simply gliding
Would leave me far too bored

So I'll fall straight on down
To my end, to the ground
And maybe then I'll feel something good
As I spin, I'll close my eyes
Feel the wind brushing by
And maybe then I'll finally cry
And take solace in the colour of my blood



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Bond
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