"Probably," Delilah agreed with a small smile. She took the list back and glanced over it again. "I rather like this one. I listened to the music, and... just looking it on paper doesn't quite do it justice to me. The melody, the rhythm of it, I like it."
Delilah dug around the papers for it, not trusting her own memory on it quite yet. "It's like jumping, it's like leaping, it's like walking on the ceiling," she began. "It's like floating, it's like flying through the air. It's like soaring, it's like gliding, it's a rocket ship you're riding, it's a feeling that can take you anywhere."
She knew the simple chorus well enough not to need the lyrics, and handed it over to Elsa. "So why they call it falling, why they call it falling, why they call it falling, I don't know."