The Drop - Gabriel Peter


moving down the fuselage
toward the open door
catch you looking down outside
to see what lies ahead

one by one
you watch them fall
fall through cloud
one by one
you watch them fall
no idea where theyre going
but down

where theyve gone
where theyve gone

watching as the sun goes down
i sit inside this plane
notice how the city lights
are like the nerves inside the brain

one by one
theyre going out
you watch them dim

one by one

you watch them fall
and wonder where theyre falling to