No Ground

No maps, no fear. If we fall, we fly from here.

Wind in my lungs, heart in my chest, running the edge,

we don't rest. White lines blur, hands in the sky, count to three,

we jump and fly. Ready? Don't blink. Go.

Go! No ground, no rules, no sleep tonight. We chase the

fall to rush the high. Heartbeat loud, scream my name. Risk is the

fuel, pain is the flame. Risk is the fuel,

pain is the flame. Woo! Risk is the fuel,