Come down, go high up.
Just to find me, fall with me.
I’ll fall, if you say fall.
Mile high dive words get lost full speed.
Crash land, as hard as we can.
No, I’m not afraid of hitting the ground.
Sky dive with me, will you?
Jump off the plane at 15,000 feet.
Count to three, draw a breath, jump!
Spinning into the blue, the plane growing smaller and smaller with the sun behind it.
Lighthing up, we’re flying!
Again,
Jump with me, into the air, feel the thril; the freedom; soar through the clouds.
Sky dive with me, will you?
