| Song | When I Fall |
| Artist | Barenaked Ladies |
| Album | Rock Spectacle [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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 come 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 |
| [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] | Ninepointeight 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 come 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 crystalclear canvas is my masterpiece |
| [04:06][03:58][03:50][03:42] | When I fall |
| [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] | Ninepointeight 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 come 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 crystalclear canvas is my masterpiece |
| [04:06][03:58][03:50][03:42] | When I fall |