| Song | Tiptoes |
| Artist | Madness |
| Album | Presents the Rise & Fall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Waking up again, another sleepless night | |
| Climbing taller buildings, more dreams of flight | |
| In a pool of sweat, no knowing what to do | |
| No more earthbound feelings, a different point of view | |
| Moment of truth, he heads towards the building | |
| His glazed eyes stare vacantly, following his feelings | |
| No turning back for the door’s already shutting | |
| Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button | |
| To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
| And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| Standing on the rooftop, his brain told him no | |
| But all the dreams in months before told him he must go | |
| To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
| And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| His questions and himself | |
| Really fell on stony ground | |
| He could have embarrassed his family | |
| Who watched him from the ground | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
| And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly |
| Waking up again, another sleepless night | |
| Climbing taller buildings, more dreams of flight | |
| In a pool of sweat, no knowing what to do | |
| No more earthbound feelings, a different point of view | |
| Moment of truth, he heads towards the building | |
| His glazed eyes stare vacantly, following his feelings | |
| No turning back for the door' s already shutting | |
| Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| Standing on the rooftop, his brain told him no | |
| But all the dreams in months before told him he must go | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| His questions and himself | |
| Really fell on stony ground | |
| He could have embarrassed his family | |
| Who watched him from the ground | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly |
| Waking up again, another sleepless night | |
| Climbing taller buildings, more dreams of flight | |
| In a pool of sweat, no knowing what to do | |
| No more earthbound feelings, a different point of view | |
| Moment of truth, he heads towards the building | |
| His glazed eyes stare vacantly, following his feelings | |
| No turning back for the door' s already shutting | |
| Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| Standing on the rooftop, his brain told him no | |
| But all the dreams in months before told him he must go | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly | |
| His questions and himself | |
| Really fell on stony ground | |
| He could have embarrassed his family | |
| Who watched him from the ground | |
| Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
| Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
| To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
| And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
| He wanted to see some evidence | |
| That he could really fly |