We live on a mountain, Right at the top. Theres 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.
Its become a habit; A way To start the day.
CHORUS: I go through all this Before you wake up, So I can feel happier To be safe up here with you.
REPEAT CHORUS.
Its early morning; No-one is awake. Im back at my cliff Still throwing things off. I listen to the sounds they make On their way down. I follow with my eyes till they crash; I imagine what my body would sound like Slamming against those rocks.