Rooftop

Crouched down, on a rooftop

In my mothers high heeled shooes

I'm wondering if I will drop

And fly away with you

And I can smell the rain coming

But I won't leave until it falls

I'm gonna soak in its down pour

'Till I hear my mother's calls

'Cause I am playing god

I am raising hell as far as I can tell

I am all alone

Alone in this world

Alone, with you

I carry Spring rain in my hair

Weighted sorrow in perfect clouds

Bursting in the air

Wash away... and drown

The roof slips beneath my feet

As the branches back away from me

The softest grass turns to concrete

But I will fly

I will fly

You will see

I am playing God

I am raising hell as far as I can tell

I am all alone

Alone in this world

Alone