Song | When I Fall |
Artist | Barenaked Ladies |
Album | Rock Spectacle [live] |
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[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 |