Leaning over the edge
of a high and jagged cliff,
the wind is roaring through my skin,
I start to wonder if...

If I were to lean a little more,
and stare into the face of death
adrenaline pouring through my blood,
as the raging wind catches my breath...

And I do, I just push myself,
over the edge, and I rest my whole weight in the air,
and the restless wind holds me up straight
for a moment, and drags at each strand of my hair.

And then for a second the wind halts it's fury
and I fall forwards with blood curdling fear
but then I find myself thrown backwards again,
as a fresh gust of wind holds me here...