Foul Ball
Straight in the air like a NASA launch
It's a foul ball
Now the count is locked
Fans stop to inhale collectively
But their nervous feet
Sticky on the floor
See your friends jumping off a bridge
Would you follow them down
Hold your applause for the final bow
You may take photographs
But flashes aren't allowed
Parents are lost in the magic of
Watching pirouettes
Dancing flesh and blood
If you hold it long enough
You hand will fall asleep
See your friends jumping off a bridge
Would you follow them down
I don't think like that anymore
Would you consider chin music
I believe in choking up
But I think it's time to shut that door
See your friends jumping off a bridge
Would you follow them down
Autor(es): Natation