歌曲 | Tiptoes |
歌手 | Madness |
专辑 | Presents the Rise & Fall |
Waking up again, another sleepless night | |
Climbing taller buildings, more dreams of flight | |
In a pool of sweat, no knowing what to do | |
No more earthbound feelings, a different point of view | |
Moment of truth, he heads towards the building | |
His glazed eyes stare vacantly, following his feelings | |
No turning back for the door’s already shutting | |
Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button | |
To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly | |
Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
Standing on the rooftop, his brain told him no | |
But all the dreams in months before told him he must go | |
To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly | |
His questions and himself | |
Really fell on stony ground | |
He could have embarrassed his family | |
Who watched him from the ground | |
Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
To miss a grasping hand(I’m falling again) | |
And squash a passer by(I’m falling again) | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly |
Waking up again, another sleepless night | |
Climbing taller buildings, more dreams of flight | |
In a pool of sweat, no knowing what to do | |
No more earthbound feelings, a different point of view | |
Moment of truth, he heads towards the building | |
His glazed eyes stare vacantly, following his feelings | |
No turning back for the door' s already shutting | |
Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button | |
To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly | |
Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
Standing on the rooftop, his brain told him no | |
But all the dreams in months before told him he must go | |
To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly | |
His questions and himself | |
Really fell on stony ground | |
He could have embarrassed his family | |
Who watched him from the ground | |
Balanced on the edge, only time could tell | |
Some say he was pushed, others say he fell | |
To miss a grasping hand I' m falling again | |
And squash a passer by I' m falling again | |
He wanted to see some evidence | |
That he could really fly |