Well you know I hardly speak;

and when I do, it’s just for you.

I haven’t said a word in weeks;

because they’ve been keeping me from you.

But there’s a way where there’s a will;

you know I got no need for stairs.

So step out on the windowsill,

and fall with me into the air.

Here we go, hold on tight and don’t let go;

I won’t ever let you fall.

I love the night

and flying o’er these city lights;

but I love you most of all.

And there’s something you should know girl;

you should have died that day

when you fell reaching for the rose.

But baby I was there to save you.

Here we go, hold on tight and don’t let go;

I won’t ever let you fall.

I love the night and flying o’er these city lights;

but I love you most of all.

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