Fear Of Falling - Flagship

Fear of falling

Of sliding down

Might as well accept

She’s not calling

Not coming back

Four words

All it takes to drive me over the side

Forge another line

And take back what was mine

Don’t look so helpless

You’ve them all on your knees

Locked on silver screen

We were younger

In the summer past

Four winds to sheets

And cast me over side

Forewarned of the cost to buy ourselves some time

Seeking passage in outer-space in a line