You know I’m not trapped in my head
I can hear you loud and clear, above the jet engine.
Before you fell, it’s just like you to have known
Father’s cancer, defeated by a rose.
So here we go.
Hold on tight, and don’t let go.
And I won’t ever let you fall.
We’ll kiss the sky.
I’ll bring you to your windowsill,
Confess my love and say goodbye.