The Tops - Kat Frankie

Don’t look down

I think I’ve heard them coming round through the backyard and below us

Now is what’s that sound did I leave

Not so clear to my ear

Everybody said to you they won’t do love

Sent you roses on your birthday did I not give you enough

Oh everybody prayed that you would let them stay

And it took a hateful army… … to make them go away

And it’s so lonely at he top

The only postcard is the drop

You sail alone

Can you see me from the top

I’ve got a sore neck looking up

Forget me not

Better not to look down

Hold your breath

If we keep up our appearances they’ll never see us go

Oh not yet, living death

I’m still waiting on the rooftop for a sign of?

Everybody said to you they won’t do love

Everybody prayed that you would let them,

Let them stay, always stay

And it’s so lonely at he top

The only postcard is the drop

You sail alone

Can you see me from the top

I’ve got a sore neck looking up

Forget me not

Better not to look down

You 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’ll need love

But can’t you see what it’s like

See what it means for us, for all, for you or me

And I’ll explain what it’s like to hope that

Easy come is easy go

Easy go, easy go