i'm up here hanging free
you're stuck down to your feet
you miss the feeling
of walking the ceiling
i am up and high
i've got brilliant sight
closest to the sky
look what i've got on my treetop
a pity i can't stay
i climb down every day
now and then i pay
for another new perfect day
places i couldn't be
things i couldn't see
mine all mine, it's up to me
no fear of what might be.
no fear cause i am me
i'd break my neck falling off this tree
noone can see me here
air up hear - thin but clear,
this is the feeling
of walking the ceiling
i've got lipstick on so i can kiss the sun
already burned my lung. i've been here far too long.