Look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep
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
If I should try
Would you catch me if I fall?
My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary
Ain't under your wallet, ain't under your rings
I can't look below me, something to throw me
I curse at the windstorms that October brings
I look straight in the boardroom, a modern Pharaoh'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
With my family, and my pastor
And my grandfather who's dead
Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer
I look like a painter, behind all the grease
Painting's creating, and I'm just erasing
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
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