From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
To be safe up here with you
To be safe up here with you
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
To be safe up here with you
To be safe up here with you
To be safe up here with you