So much of that night rode with the wind
Swirling and tumbling fatefully on my back
The sky as black as the bleak void above
The lights below illuminated her as she grinned

And while we stood at the precipice there
Though I stood on air, she was what caught my glare
And I felt a sense of dread that this feeling might end
So I look her in the eye and my hand I extend

And her eyes bled that entrancing ardent love
That which drew me to the cliff above
And she knew right then that I loved her so
So she rammed into my chest– down we go

And the whole fall down she kept her eye on me
And through the wind, cried, “You’re the last thing I’ll see!”
And I pressed her face into my chest
For in my heart I knew — this fate was best.