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Crawling up a stone wall
Wind blew he flew into a free fall
Then he caught himself again
On the way down and he disappeared behind a drainpipe
What if I fell, fifteen stories?
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me?
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling?
I imagine myself living in the groove
In and out and in between, I need some room to move
But I know I'm to big to fit myself between
The footsteps and concrete
What if I fell, fifteen stories?
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me?
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling?
Well maybe I could live through this
But I'm afraid of falling
And being trapped underneath
And it's crushing me
I can't shed my skin
It's crushing me
And I'm slipping
And it's crushing me
I can't shed my skin
Well it's crushing me
What if I fell, fifteen stories?
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me?
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling?
Well maybe I could live through this
What if I fell, fifteen stories?
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me?
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling?
Well maybe I could live through this
Fifteen stories
And if I landed on my feet
Well maybe I can live through this
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