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

Oooooh 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

Oooooh Stretching out like a skydive