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 till 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