Words by Steven Page and Ed Robertson Music by Ed Robertson
Transcribed by Matthew Nordhaus
CAPO 2 Chords indicated as capoed, not as absolute pitch)
INTRO: D G A Bm D/F# G (x2)
I look straight in the window, try not to look below
Pretend I'm not up here, I try counting sheep
The sheep seem to shower, off this office tower It's 9.8 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, a seclar rosary Hang onto your wallet, hand onto your rings. I can't look below me, 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 line up at the window, peer down into limbo Frightened of jumping, in case they survive.
And I wish I could step, from this scaffold,
Onto soft green grass and shopping malls,
And bed, and my family, and my pastor and my grandfather
Whose dead.
Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer I look like a painter, behind all the grease. But painting's creating, and I'm just erasing A crystal clear canvas, is my masterpiece.
