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...