Jon Swift
falling or flying
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Sun on your face, your arms on the horizon
Wind on your dress, tight to your form.
And your senses like déjà vu magic Iâve never known.
But youâre so afraid of the ground below.
I donât know if Iâm falling or flying.
Really doesnât seem to matter much now.
I turned my back when loved turned away from me.
I went to the hills where no one I knew would be.
And the sun filtered down like whispers through the trees
as if I was somewhere Iâd already been.
I donât know if Iâm falling or flying.
Itâs too late to matter much now.