Falling Up Chord Willwood

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INTRO
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land
Second star to the right

VERSE
I’m gripping the grass and pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math would or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.
It’s just high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars”
“Be the next big constellation connecting the dots between your parts”

CHORUS
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die

VERSE
With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candle wax
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees
So you cue the final words of Leary and cry
Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?
I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight, I ain’t saying it’s fate but there are no mistakes

CHORUS
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up , here comes the sun, am I falling up?

BRIDGE
Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when it’s karaoke night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall

PRE-CHORUS
Much larger than life ‘cause from such height life looks awful small
And dandelions grow in dirt, magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia. Love us or hate us, pick us, you’re killing us

CHORUS
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up , here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up , here comes the sun, am I falling up?

OUTRO
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land
Second star to the right, and straight on ‘till you die.