Tiptoes

Waking up again another sleepless night Climbing taller buildings more dreams of flight In a pool of sweat not knowing what to do No more earth-bound feelings a diff'rent point of view Moment of truth he heads towards the building His glazed eyes stare vacantly following his feelings No turning back the door's already shutting Standing on his tiptoes to reach the nineteenth button To miss a grasping hand (I'm falling again) And squash a passer-by (I'm falling again) He wanted to see some evidence (I'm falling again) That he could really fly Balanced on the edge only time could tell Some say he was pushed, others say he fell Standing on that rooftop his brain told him 'no' But all the dreams in nights before told him he must go To miss a grasping hand (I'm falling again) And squash a passer-by (I'm falling again) He wanted to see some evidence (I'm falling again) That he could really fly His questions and himself Nearly fell on stony ground He could've embarrassed his family Who watched him from the crowd Balanced on the edge only time could tell Some say he was pushed, others say he fell To miss a grasping hand (I'm falling again) And squash a passer-by (I'm falling again) He wanted to see some evidence (I'm falling again) That he could really fly (I'm falling ...)