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.
CHORUS:
I go through all this
Before you wake up,
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you.
REPEAT CHORUS.
It's 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;
I imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks.
And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
CHORUS x3.
Safe up here. x16
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.
CHORUS:
I go through all this
Before you wake up,
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you.
REPEAT CHORUS.
It's 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;
I imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks.
And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
CHORUS x3.
Safe up here. x16