I look straight in the window
Try not to look below
Pretend i'm not up here

I try counting sheep
The sheep seem to shower
Off this office tower

It's nine-point-eight straight down
I can't stop my knees


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
I can't look below me
Or something will throw me

I curse at the windstorm
That october brings


I look straight in the boardroom
A modern pharaoh's tomb
I'd gladly swap places

If they'd care to dive
They're lined up at the window
Peer down into limbo

They're frighened 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


I look straight in the mirror
Watch it come clearer

I look like a painter
Behind all the grease
The painting's creating

And i'm just erasing
A crystal-clear canvas
Is my masterpiece


I wish i could fly
From this building

From this wall
And if i should try
Would you catch me

If i fall?

I wish i could fly

From this building
From this wall
And if i should try

Would you catch me
If i fall?


When i fall...
When i fall...
When i fall...

When i fall...