Between the rooftops
Small margins
Roulette from Red Square
Somersaults
Like a cloud in trousers somewhere above the capital
Wanting to be a bird but only feeling newly awake
On a wobbly foot
Idiot
"What is he doing up there?"
"Is he fucking insane!?"
In a suede vest and a shirt dipped in indigo
Whistling La Marseillaise in a pair of old sneakers
High up
Flight mode
Janelle Monáe
Tight rope
Vertigo
Arrogance
Uninsured
Priggish
Drumroll, brass band
Orchestrated baptism of fire
Town square, large audience
Waiting for my suicide
Headwind, freezing temperatures
Constantly under knife threats
Law of Jante hopes the line breaks, soon enough
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall
(The more I dance, the more people come to watch)
The more people wants to watch me fall
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death-
(And, the further that I fall, the paving poses a threat, the audience grows larger)
The more people wants to watch me fall
Like a hummingbird
The Sparrow from Minsk
A razorblade in the bathtub, a Polanski-film
Somewhere between the pavement and imagination
Gold-plated euro-bonus, my inner voice is shouting "Fly!"
Irresistible wish to try my wings out
The wax is melting, the feathers are falling, I'm burning my fingers
Living life now, look at the pictures from the papers
Kodak moment, baby, eyes towards the lenses
In the same moment that I'm loving it, I'm scared for my life
Slack line, Broadway to death, like booze & sleeping pills
Curtailed origami bird catches the breeze easily
The Hitchcock-scenes you've never seen
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall
(The more I dance, the more people come to watch)
The more people wants to watch me fall
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death-
(And, the further that I fall, the paving poses a threat, the audience grows larger)
The more people wants to watch me fall
The higher up, up
The thinner the air
The higher up, up
The thinner the air
The higher up, up
The thinner the air
The higher up, up, up, up
Pause
Breathe in deep
The oxygen self-ignites, I'm falling like the Hindenburg
I guess I hoped to stay on top for a while
The altitude sickness makes itself felt, everything is spinning
So fast that it gets hard to keep my balance
Breathless, feels like I've been hit with lung cancer
And the wind is getting worse the closer I get to the edge
And If it happens should I fall
Out of the ashes, like a fucking Phoenix, a brand new day
Exchange my money for a pair of wings and leave an empty grave
Should I fall again, I think I'll do the same
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall
(The more I dance, the more people come to watch)
The more people wants to watch me fall
(100 meters from the ground, sure death should I fall down)
100 meters from the ground, sure death-
(And, the further that I fall, the paving poses a threat, the audience grows larger)
The more people wants to watch me fall