And in multi-storey boxes
Curtained bedroom windows
And on rooftops, dangling feet
Height has become a friend for many
And no longer scares, beckoning down
So easy on the ledge to get closer to the stars
And the stars keep getting lower and lower…
Fills the air
And learning to live without breathing is too late
And in the morning a trace will appear on the pavement
But the rains will wash away, and he will not be recognized
And no one will know, and no one will understand
He was closest to the stars…