| [00:15] |
I look straight in the window, try not to look below |
| [00:23] |
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep |
| [00:32] |
But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower |
| [00:39] |
Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees |
| [03:26][03:09][00:48] |
I wish I could fly |
| [03:28][03:12][00:50] |
From this building |
| [03:29][03:13][00:52] |
From this wall |
| [03:33][03:17][00:55] |
And if I should try |
| [03:35][03:19][00:58] |
Would you catch me if I fall? |
| [01:12] |
My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary |
| [01:19] |
Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings |
| [01:28] |
Can't look below me, or something will throw me |
| [01:36] |
Curse at the windstorms that October brings |
| [01:44] |
I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb |
| [01:52] |
I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive |
| [02:00] |
They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo |
| [02:08] |
They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive |
| [02:16] |
I wish I could step from this scaffold |
| [02:21] |
Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed |
| [02:27] |
With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's |
| [02:33] |
Dead |
| [02:37] |
I look straight in the mirror, watch it.e clearer |
| [02:45] |
I look like a painter, behind all the grease |
| [02:52] |
But painting's creating, and I'm just erasing |
| [03:01] |
A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece |
| [04:06][03:58][03:50][03:42] |
When I fall |
