Aim it high, the wind will take it there
Now control your breath, unleash
The tension in your wrist
Comb your hair in long and even strokes
Paint your lips not scared
The splintering of gla**
And I'll leave you there
And I'll leave...
And I'll leave you there before
And I'll leave you there before
Before you hit the ground
Before you hit the ground
Before you hit the ground
Cellophane's a worn and tired dress
Keep your shoulders straight
And cover up your back
Aim it high, the wind will take it there
Now control your breath, unleash
The tension in your wrist
And I'll leave you there
And I'll leave...
And I'll leave you there before
And I'll leave you there before
Before you hit the ground
Before you hit the ground
Before you hit the ground