When I fall
I look like a painter, behind all the grease
Would you catch me if I fall?
Would you catch me if I fall?
Would you catch me if I fall?
Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer
I wish I could step, from this scaffold
From this building, from this wall
They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo
I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive
I wish I could fly
If I should try
I wish I could fly
I wish I could fly
When I fall
My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary
And my grandfather who's dead
I curse at the windstorms that October brings
The sheep seem to shower off this office tower
It's nine point eight straight down, I can't stop my knees
And if I should try
Ain't under your wallet, ain't under your rings
And if I should try
Crystal clear canvas is my masterpiece
From this building, from this wall
With my family, and my pastor
When I fall
They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive
Paintings creating, and I'm just erasing
I can't look below me, something to throw me
From this building, from this wall
Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed
I look straight in the boardroom, a modern Pharaoh's tomb
