I look straight in the window, try not to look below Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower It's nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees I wish I could fly From this building From this wall And if I should try Would you catch me If I fall? My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings Cant look below me or something might throw me Curse at the wind storms that October brings I look [straight] in the boardroom; a modern pharoh's tomb I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive I wish I could step from this scaffold Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed Then with my family and my pastor and my grandfather whose Dead I look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer I look like a painter, behind all the grease But paintings creating, and I'm just erasing A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece I wish I could fly From this building From this wall And if I should try Would you catch me If I fall I wish I could fly from this building From this wall and if I should try Would you catch me if I fall? [When I fall When I fall When I fall When I fall When Iâ¦..hmmm..mmmm.] Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com