I used to fly. I used to fall. Used to hold onto life. Like a fight. Controling it all.... I held the prize. But i never knew how. To get my feet on the ground. My feet on the ground.... I had to let go. To keep hanging on. I had to run from myself. If ever i hope to be found.... I saw the light. And i heard the sound. Of my feet on the ground. My feet on the ground.... Now i can still fly. And i can still run. And im chasing each one of these dreams. Straight into the sun.... I no longer hide. From this freedom ive found. Now i can fly with my feet on the ground. My feet on the ground.... My feet on the ground.... My feet on the ground...