It's a strange feeling, with the wind in your hair
The drop of your stomach as you gasp for air
Is this going to be it, the end of all days?
But you can't really think, your mind is a haze
You watch the blurs of colors as they pass
Watch your impending doom It never hurt less
You don't think of the past, or anything at all
You just take it all in, the beauty of the fall.