Pull The Cord Lyrics

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