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 real 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 with you. x16