I look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep

But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees


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I wish I could fly
From this building

From this wall
And if I should try
Would you catch me if I fall?


My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary
Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings

Can't look below me, or something might throw me
Curse at the windstorms that October brings


I look 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
But paintings creating, and I'm just erasing

A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece

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