Testo On Leaping From Airplanes

Transfixed by a girl
Who's smoking out her window
As sun falls all about her

On the second floor.
She's all resplendent glory.
If i spoke to her she'd bore me.
Watching my one mind
Glisten in the sunlight
Ringing like soft bells
Tumbling from the cracked lines
Lacing sky, I know I'm all right,
No i'm not going out tonight.

It's always hard to let go the first dozen or so times
Until you realize that you'll fly instead of fall.