The Tops Songtext

von Kat Frankie

Don't look down
Think I heard them comming 'round
Through the backyard and below us now is
What's that sound
Did I leave on Mrs. Robinson
Perception not so clear to my ear

Everybody said to you they won't do love
Sent you roses on your birthday
Could not give you enough
Oh everybody prayed that you would let them stay
And it took a hateful army
Your snide remarks
To make them go away

And it's so lonely at the top
The only postcard is the drop
You sail alone
Can you see me from the top
I got a sore neck looking up
Forget me not
Better not to look down

Hold your breath
If we keep up our appearences they'll never see us go
Oh not yet
Living death
I'm still wating on the rooftop for a sign to line the visual to the text
Everybody said to you they won't do love

Everybody prayed that you would le them
Let them stay
Oh let them stay

And it's so lonely at the top
The only postcard is the drop
You sail alone
Can you see me from the top
I got a sore neck looking up
Forget me not
Better not to look down
But better not to look down
But better not to look down

Together we planned it
And said if you made it
It won't change a thing
But you're not here to tell me you need love
Constructing the myth of your own infamy
But can't you say what it's like
Say what it means
For us for all for you and me
And I'll explain what it's like to hope that
Easy come is easy go
Easy come
Easy go