Cheeky grinning kids in the sunlight. Cigarettes piled up in a heap.
A mini Eiffel Tower that's a hundred feet tall prob'ly isn't too bad a fall-
I think I'm gonna jump down to see what I can see.
Cracked and broken pieces of plectrum. Pentatonic scales in the air.
Spend a thousand dollars just to say that you did something like the Great British kids.
Down the stairs and into a Cavern, sweating like a pig in a poke.
Ride the elevator to the 32nd floor, and ask me if there's anything more-
I think I'm gonna jump down to see what I can see.
I've got a song in my head, knife in my hand, cutting my cord
Swan dive to all that hurts me, what deserts me makes me stronger
I've gotta know the answer. If you know it, show it to me.
But they only tell me the map to heaven is written on the bottom of the sea.
Scones and danish mold in the sunlight. Coffee puddles up on the floor.
If the man with breakfast doesn't come with his cart, do you think the people will starve?
Quiet sounds of anger and protest. People calling out for revenge.
I think I know a lawyer who can catch him on a hunch. And we can eat his body for lunch