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...