Testo Falling

I said, father, let me change the world He said, now don't you think that maybe, son, it's changing up already Don't try to justify the things you live by The fear you carry with you is not of your own making Ch: Let it go falling, falling away Eleven thousand feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up High above the snow line in the glistening ice And beneath us like an ocean The white clouds slowly drifting, breaking up on the mountains Ch Wasted all the years just waiting for a promise undelivered but still not broken The world rushes by you, out of control like ??? and the noise ??? Sometimes we all sit here paralysed with tension, seized up tight You want to make it save, you want to make it OK But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making Ch