作词 : Page, Steven / Robertson, Ed 作曲 : Page, Steven / Robertson, Ed [00:15]I look straight in the window, try not to look below [00:23]Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep [00:32]But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower [00:39]Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees [03:26][03:09][00:48]I wish I could fly [03:28][03:12][00:50]From this building [03:29][03:13][00:52]From this wall [03:33][03:17][00:55]And if I should try [03:35][03:19][00:58]Would you catch me if I fall? [01:12]My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary [01:19]Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings [01:28]Can't look below me, or something will throw me [01:36]Curse at the windstorms that October brings [01:44]I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb [01:52]I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive [02:00]They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo [02:08]They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive [02:16]I wish I could step from this scaffold [02:21]Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed [02:27]With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's [02:33]Dead [02:37]I look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer [02:45]I look like a painter, behind all the grease [02:52]But painting's creating, and I'm just erasing [03:01]A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece [04:06][03:58][03:50][03:42]When I fall
[00:00.000] 作词 : Page, Steven / Robertson, Ed [00:01.000] 作曲 : Page, Steven / Robertson, Ed [00:15]I look straight in the window, try not to look below [00:23]Pretend I'm not up here, try counting sheep [00:32]But the sheep seem to shower off this office tower [00:39]Nine-point-eight straight down I can't stop my knees [03:26][03:09][00:48]I wish I could fly [03:28][03:12][00:50]From this building [03:29][03:13][00:52]From this wall [03:33][03:17][00:55]And if I should try [03:35][03:19][00:58]Would you catch me if I fall? [01:12]My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosary [01:19]Hang on to your wallet, hang on to your rings [01:28]Can't look below me, or something will throw me [01:36]Curse at the windstorms that October brings [01:44]I look in the boardroom; a modern pharaoh's tomb [01:52]I'd gladly swap places, if they care to dive [02:00]They're lined up at the window, peer down into limbo [02:08]They're frightened of jumping, in case they survive [02:16]I wish I could step from this scaffold [02:21]Onto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bed [02:27]With my family and my pastor and my grandfather who's [02:33]Dead [02:37]I look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearer [02:45]I look like a painter, behind all the grease [02:52]But painting's creating, and I'm just erasing [03:01]A crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece [04:06][03:58][03:50][03:42]When I fall