Breaking Your Fall - Chris Whitley

The horizon pales

when she hits the ground

sirens and scaffolds

all coming down

under the weight of heaven

if only devotion

could rise on a word

then you could stumble

never be hurt

you could let go

Breaking your fall

Breaking your fall

The pilots of pleasure

your weatherman

never could push you

far as I can

they just let you fall

while buildings and bridges

just crash and burn

it’s only a cloudbank

bursting in turn

they were made to come down

Breaking your fall

Breaking your fall

Fault lines and failures

angels and all

follow her footholds

breaking her fall

it’s alchemical