As I walk 50 stories up
Around and around on a ledge
I whisper to myself
"I have the strangest feeling
That I wouldn't mind falling."
It's a pity no one was around
To hear my last words
I think they were morbidly beautiful
As I walk 50 stories up
Around and around on a ledge
I whisper to myself
"I have the strangest feeling
That I wouldn't mind falling."
It's a pity no one was around
To hear my last words
I think they were morbidly beautiful