Our hands are touching as we rise and rise with the cabin. I play you a song and you pick the next one. I think we are falling or what's this? What's this I'm feeling inside? Parachutes help to soften the landing: a mutual understanding. On the ground, we'll be curled up next to each other. (Hoping it's you while I walk along) Our hands are touching. That's exactly what we're here for. (Hoping it's you as we walk along – and as I play my stupid song) This is a love song it's going out to the next girl I kiss, love. Hope that it's you. On the ground will be curled up next to each other. Using our umbrellas for exactly what they're for.