Taking off in two, three
You have the choice: do or don't when it comes to me
Sky Riding the Green Delight in Four, Five
Taking that step out here makes it great to be alive
Passing through the clouds in six, seven
I'm touching the front door of blissful heaven
Falling back down further than before in Eight, Nine
I realize that none of this pleasure is any of mine
Hitting the ground as hard as I can in time
There are no numbers needed, all of this is my crime