Amsterdam
You can say what you mean
But it won't change a thing
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge, tied to the noose
And you came along and you cut me loose
The most frightening thing was that Moriarty was right.
He needed this fall to understand. He thought he'd been alive, but what he'd really been doing was sleep walking.
How could he have thought that he saw, when his eyes had been closed?
He'd been lying to himself, all along.
And now here he was, standing on the ledge. He saw John down there and then felt the rush.
He was finally awake.