a song for milly michaelson

Thrice

Well you know I hardly speak;
and when I do, it?s just for you.
I haven?t said a word in weeks;
because they?ve been keeping me from you.

But there?s a way where there?s a will;
you know I got no need for stairs.
So step out on the windowsill,
and fall with me into the air.

Here we go, hold on tight and don?t let go;
I won?t ever let you fall.
I love the night
and flying o?er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.

And there?s something you should know girl;
you should have died that day
when you fell reaching for the rose.
But baby I was there to save you.

Here we go, hold on tight and don?t let go;
I won?t ever let you fall.
I love the night and flying o?er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.