They stand on the edge, looking down below A thousand feet of silence, but they won't let go

The wind calls their name, but they fight to resist More afraid of the fall than the life they might miss

It's not the fear of flying, it's the fear of the ground It's the weight of the voices that keep pulling them down

More often than not, they're defined by the ghost Of the things left undone, of the dreams that won't float

Too scared to fall, too strong to fade Holding on tight, through the break of the day

The city lights flicker like a heartbeat slow They whisper their secrets, but they'll never know

They reach for the rail, then they close their eyes And suddenly see, there is more left to find

It's not the fear of flying, it's the fear of the ground But a voice breaks through all the echoes of doubt

More often than not, they're defined by the ghost Of the things left undone, of the dreams that won't float

Too scared to fall, too strong to fade Holding on tight, through the break of the day

Maybe tomorrow, maybe one more night Maybe the sunrise will make it feel right

Maybe the weight won't be heavy at all Maybe they'll never need to fall

More often than not, they're defined by the fight Of the battles they win, in the dead of the night

Too scared to fall, too strong to fade Taking a step, walking away

They stand on the edge, looking down below Then turn to the light and start heading home