The shingles cut into my feet,
As I balance myself near the chimney,
I can see the world from up here,
I can see the world,
But I'm not really seeing,
Because I'm only dreaming.

The city lights gleam in my eyes,
And the sirens echo in my ears,
They're looking for me,
I know,
But I'm not really sure,
Because I've never done this before.

You tell me to come down
But I won't listen,
Because from up here,
I'm not alone,
And everything looks perfect,
From up here.