Текст: Falling Out. Anatomy Of A Gun. Losing Grip.

Feeling weak in my knees
The air is getting thin
I'm falling towards this abyss
And my lungs are giving in
Please hold me up
I'm not ready to free fall
I'm holding in my breath
About to lose it all
And the ground beneath my unbraced feet is wearing away
I'm falling toward the shadows

Please wake me up
I'm not ready to free fall
I'm holding on as tight
As I possibly can
Losing my grip
This ledge that I hang from
Is wearing away
And soon I'll be gone

And I'll hang on forever
Reaching for the sky
Raining down on me
Just as long as the wear beneath my fingertips
Just goes away

Please pick me back up,
I'm down on my knees,
Begging you please,
I need your help more than anything right now

Please pick me back up,
I am down on my knees,
Begging you please,
I need your help more than anything right now

Please wake me up
I'm not ready to free fall
I'm holding on as tight
As I possibly can
Losing my grip
This ledge that I hang from
Is wearing away
And soon I'll be gone

Please wake me up
I'm not ready to free fall
I'm holding on as tight
As I possibly can
Losing my grip
This ledge that I hang from
Is wearing away