A swarm of sparrows rising over a cane field Hearts ascend like that Falling is the closest to flying I believe we'll ever get, we'll ever get [Chorus] The drop and lift The drop and lift Of hearts and chest move Of in and out And out and in And out of love again A string of horses racing Along the crooked fence line Hearts run like that Breathless and full of questions My love's got a bad sense of direction [Chorus x3] Sunset, the sky gets pink and bruised Over canyon lakes The same color a heart aches And falling, the closest to flying I believe we'll ever get, we'll ever get [Chorus]