Uploaded February 2018 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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An alternative pop song describing the nervous energy born from the uncertainty of taking big chances.

Lyrics:

My subtle mistakes,
All add to the new perspective,
Without any brakes,
And towards the reborn objective.

Oh, I’ve got cold feet…
I don’t wanna do this anymore!
Should I take my seat,
Hoping that this love will soar?

I mean, who’s gonna still be standing,
If we arrive crash landing?
So, would you still be okay,
If I don’t show up anyway?

To be humble is great,
For the better of interaction.
It’s never too late;
Flying forwards to satisfaction.

Oh, what time is it?
I might miss my next connection.
My restless legs won’t sit,
When I’m feeling imperfection.

So, I’ll be in the aisle standing,
While we dive crash landing!
Hold on, how can this be ending,
Now that I’m not pretending?

Gliding far, far on my wings,
To the unknown.
So, it’s hard to process these things,
Behind a cell phone.

Oh, who’s malicious and,
Who is stern?
Time will tell me what services,
I should learn…

But, of course, I can’t stop;
Toasting all to going out there!
Even if the plane does drop,
I can say I did my dare.

Don’t worry now,
We’re going down crash landing!