ART OF LANDING
The first time that I took a dive
I felt the air go rushing by
When I started to hit the branches
I had to wonder about my chances
And I'm just dying
I'm just dying
I'm just dying
I'm just dying
I haven't seen a face like that
Since the last time you dropped me to the mat
And as I lay there on the floor
I realized that I wanted more
But I can fly
But I can fly
I can fly
I can fly
I an fly
But if I fly too low
It's hard not to get tangled
In all the stupid lines that bind everything together
And if I fly too high
It's frightening to remember
That what goes up must come down eventually
You know everything great about me
You know everything f*cked up about me too
I know everything great about you
I know everything f*cked up about you too
And I'm just dying
There's nothing you can do about it
I'm just dying
There's nothing I can do about it
I'm just dying
I'm just dying
I'm just dying to learn the art
The art of landing