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 found laying around
It becomes a habit away to start the day
I go through all
this before you wake me up
So I can feel happier
to be save up here with you
I go through all
this before you wake me up
So I can feel happier
to be save up here with you
It's early morning no one is awake
I'm back at my cliff, still throwing things off
I've listened to the sound they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes till they crash
Imagine what my body would sounds like
Slamming against those rocks
And when it lands will my eyes
Be closed or opened