cliff

I'll fly off the bridge
The barrier will break
And I'll fall all the way
If I follow these curves
Let my eyes drift
I'll lose control
And plummet - I'll fall
I'll fly off the bridge
Leave dust dancing in the sky
As I rush to wards the ground
And cry and scream and burn
But. . .
These curves make me want to fly

The bird leaves the cliff
Its wings two swords in the sky
Slipping I fall down