Death
I love the feeling when we lift offWatching the world so small belowI love the dreaming when I think ofThe safety in the clouds out my windowI wonder what keeps us so high upCould there be love beneath these wings?If we suddenly fall, should I scream out?Or keep very quiet, and cling toMy mouth as I'm cryingSo frightened of dyingRelax, yes, I'm tryingBut fear's got a hold on me
Yes this fear's got a hold on me
I love the quiet of the night timeWhen the sun is drowned in a deathly seaI can feel my heart beating as I speed fromThe sense of time catching up with meThe sky set out like a pathwayBut who decides which route we take?As people drift into a dream worldI close my eyes and my hands shakeAnd 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 downI wonder when I hit the groundWill the earth beneath my body shakeAnd 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 leftThat's why everything's got to be love or death
Yes this fear's got a hold on me