Falling Down from Half - Baked by D. D. Danahy

Standing on the precipice of this
Our darkest hour
Searching for the thing to bring the sweet
From in the sour
Walking on a wire on your tiptoes
Over nails
As we’re breathing in what’s been the wind
Beneath our sails

Touched the ground, not fallen down
There’s time to act - upon the sound
I touched the ground, not falling down
Still time to act upon the sound

Holding tightly on the thread instead of
Letting go
If we are the only one, then still
Someone will know
Then the edge, the ledge it only seems
A cosmic view
Where we survey and obey
Is always up to you

We view the sky more from the ground
But when we fly, fear falling down
We view the sky more from the ground
But when we fly, fear falling down

• Alternative
• analog
• indie
• instrumentation
• melodic
• progressive
• Golden