I called up the night and the night called back

Said, “Why you always knockin’ when the world’s pitch black?

Ain’t you got dreams? Ain’t you got rest?”

I said, “Dreams keep slippin’ and my mind’s a mess.”

The night leaned in, said, “You’re one of my kind,

Always chasing the edge ‘cause you’re scared of the climb.”

I said, “Guess I like the fall more than the flight,”

He said, “That’s how you lose your days to the night.”

You could drop it all right now

Even shadows need somewhere to hide somehow

You could let it all fade

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop

I called up the road and the road just groaned,

“You’ve been draggin’ your weight since the day you’ve grown.

Every mile you run, you leave something behind,

But the hole in your chest keeps taking its time.

I’ve seen you burn and I’ve seen you freeze,

I’ve carried your prayers, I’ve carried disease.

But the longest fall is the one in your head,

You keep chasing the drop like it’s safer than bed.”

You could drop it all right now

Even the road needs time to breathe somehow

You could let it all fade

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop

I called up myself and myself just said,

“You keep me locked up, then you call me dead.

You feed me smoke, you feed me air,

But you never stay long enough to know I’m there.

You talk about saving every soul you meet,

But you’re stepping off cliffs just to land on your feet.

And if the bottom don’t come, you’ll keep diving through,

‘Cause the fall’s the only thing that still feels like you.”

You could drop it all right now

Even the truth needs lies to rest somehow

You could let it all fade

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop

It’s called freefall, when the ground won’t stop