I've always been crap with words. I can never get a grip on them. Can never say what I really feel, no matter how hard I try. Words like "I love you", "I need you", "I'm lost without you" are so overused they have no meaning anymore. I read all the powerful things other people have written but I can never do it myself. I try but they always just sound clumsy. How do you tell someone how much they mean to you without either sounding like you're lying to get what you want, or overwhelming them? Why can I never say the right bloody thing? Whenever I try it just comes out wrong. The meaning of words change with context, tone, how the person reading them is feeling, and I just can't keep up with the changes. I don't understand. I wish that just once I could say how I really feel and not mess it up... Time to steal someone else's words again...
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep
But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down I cant stop my knees.
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
Can't look below me, or something might throw me
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 whos 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
I wish I could fly
From this building, from this wall
And if I should try,
Would you catch me if I fall?
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep
But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower
Nine-point-eight straight down I cant stop my knees.
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
Can't look below me, or something might throw me
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 whos 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
I wish I could fly
From this building, from this wall
And if I should try,
Would you catch me if I fall?
