White LiesDeath

I love the feeling when we lift off
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 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 and my hands shake
and will I see a new day?
who's driving this anyway?
I picture my own grave
'cos 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 hit the ground
will the earth beneath my body shake
and cast your sleeping heart awake?
could it tremble stars from moonlit skies?
could it drag a tear from your cold eyes?
I'll live on the right side and sleep on the left
that's why everything's got to be love or death yes this fear's got a hold on me