My-Breathing-Harmony

Why let the sky be your limit; ain’t there something higher, babe? Get higher, babe.

You’re the stuff of comets; don’t you let them dim your fire, babe. Get higher, babe.


Let’s not fear that fall; go ahead and walk that wire, babe. Get higher, babe.

You’re the stuff of comets; go ahead and start your fire, babe. Get higher, babe.


The sky is no limit

The fire burns bright

We can’t fear the fall

We can’t fear the light

We here in the morning

Trying to get right

The stage is all set

For us to take flight

Let’s go (x)