I've been flying way too close to the ground
Like an angel or a hawk going down for a kill
I'm just a thrill or two away from the end
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see through it all
I've been drifting through the halls of your heart
Like the Starling shift and waltz
Straight past the speed of sound
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see through it all
I'm a hurricane in the passing line
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I've been flying way to close to the sun
A burning angel who found their way into a psalm
I'm just a thrill or two away from the end
Your the first one that I called
And the last one that I hoped would see me fall
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
I'm a hurricane in the passing lane
I've been cheating doom with no breathing room
These songs are the kind of gems that rarely come about for anyone without a long practice of songwriting. The language of the lyrics is always original, connecting commonly felt things in new ways. The music, delivery, and band are perfect vehicles for these wonderful songs. pdxshinn