Falling Into Skies by Queue (NYC) Lyrics

I was the hunted, you were the hunter
Setting your snares, waiting to capture
Sweet as a rose, and harder than thunder
Floating to sleep with nothing for cover

Holding on so tight
Breaking skin to fly
Loving at first try
We’re falling into, falling into skies

Into the deep and out of the darkness
Comfort in nothing, warmth from the puncture

Holding on so tight
Breaking skin to fly
Loving at first try
We’re falling into, falling into skies