SKU#K120_CODE BASE: Clear Sky

Skies are clear
The plane is pushed out from the hangar
Chutes are packed
This fabric's made for nervous weather
Canned sardines
They might be tight but we seem tighter
Just above
We open up at fifteen thousand

View from here
It all seems small and oh surreal
Wind begin
It carries you just like a feather
Fall apart
This time I think we'll stick together
Just above
We open up at fifteen thousand

Hold my hand we'll jump out together
There's no need, no need to pretend
All your imperfections don't change them
They make you, they make you
Hold my hand we'll jump out together
There's no need, no need to pretend
All your imperfections don't change them
They make you