I Look Straight In The Window, Try Not To Look Below
Pretend I´m Not Up Here, I Try Counting Sheep
The Sheep Seems To Shower Of This Office Tower
It´s Nine-Point-Eight Straight Down I Can´t Stop My

Knees.

Chorus:
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 Might Throw Me
I 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