I'm falling from a height that I once boasted of
In a sky that is way too clear, but still it looks like rain
And I'm crashing through a glass ceiling that some call love
And aside from the shards in my back, I can't really complain

And the view from each story get less and less breathtaking
So I guess I must rely on my mind for the rest
Each glass floor and ceiling I crash through seems to be my dreams
But they say once I hit the ground floor, it'll hurt a bit less

And the words of the worldly wise ring clearly in my head
Telling me of how death is the greatest adventure of all
But I swear on my life I won't believe it until I'm dead
For what could be more utterly thrilling than a rather long fall

And my life flashed before my very eyes, but I think that I missed it
The commercials in between just made me want to skip the whole thing
The volume was too low and the plot was too slow with few good bits
And I'm much more preoccupied with the crashing and falling

How long I would fall was a wonder beyond comprehension
Whether Heaven or Hell would be at the end, I had no clue
But before I feel the thud of the ground floor, I guess I should mention
If I die from this fall then at least I was falling for you