I'll jump from a plane How brave, how insane Well only if the chute doesn't open And I'll fall, like the rain To my grave, to my pain Here's to hoping Or I'll glide, through the air Feel the wind in my hair And pray the parachute isn't broken Smiling wide, laughing free A mile high, above the trees Feel alive by any means Here's to coping And I am still deciding If I'm gonna pull the chord I believe simply gliding Would leave me far too bored So I'll fall straight on down To my end, to the ground And maybe then I'll feel something good As I spin, I'll close my eyes Feel the wind brushing by And maybe then I'll finally cry And take solace in the colour of my blood