I stand on the edge and peek
As expected it is there,
What I seek.
It is my friend, a fickle one I know-
Without some luck it'd be a foe.

I fly, I fly, it takes me high
So high I become blind
Then I fall, I fall, I free fall
There's no other way
To come back down.

Love, love, love
A thing you know
(or think you know)
This same friend
That might be your foe.