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 ...)