we live on a mountain right at the top there's a beautiful view from the top of the mountain every morning I walk towards the edge and throw little things off like: car-parts, bottles and cutlery or whatever I find lying around
it's become a habit a way to start the day
I go through all this before you wake up so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you
it's real early morning no-one is awake I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off I listen to the sounds they make on their way down I follow with my eyes 'til they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks
and when it lands will my eyes be closed or open?
I go through all this before you wake up so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you