Saturday, September 10, 2005

Jump

I've got to hand it to you
With the rain crashing down
I'd thought you'd skip town
But you're made of sterner stuff

It's difficult to see through the storm
As you lie on your back in the sun
Does it feel like you've lost someone
Like you lost yourself when it really mattered.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

You hurt like you're losing an arm
And your mind when you stop to think
In deeper waters than any drink
And the waves are calling you.

So catch the wind and jump
If you'll only try
Next time your number's coming up
And you will fly, and you will fly.

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