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 When I've been waiting to tell you Chips away at my kind And I just need to go, need to go When I've 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 I'm 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 Stretching out like a skydive