The Drop

Peter Gabriel

moving down the fuselage

toward the open door

catch you looking down outside

to see what lies ahead



one by one

you watch them fall

fall through cloud

one by one

you watch them fall

no idea where they're going

but down



where they've gone

where they've gone



watching as the sun goes down

i sit inside this plane

notice how the city lights

are like the nerves inside a brain



one by one

they're going out

you watch them dim

one by one

you watch them fall

and wonder where they're falling to