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 away at my kind

And I just need to go, I need to go

And when I'm planted outside

I won't look back for anyone

Walking into the sunshine

Never believe it's true, but it's true

It's the bit when I'm near the end

With nothing hanging on from me

Turning 'round, I'll be turning 'round

Falling down to the street

'Cause I can tell when you are driving

You never see me run so free

I've been 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