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