What would an angel say, as I stand on the rooftop?
Hearing nothing but my own thoughts, looking up at the sky
“Though all the world is watching, I have been banned.”
In the end, all I have is strife
An opaque cloud moves west in the sky
What would an angel say, as I stand on the rooftop?
Hidden behind the cloud, a star; have I been hiding my whole life?
I feel their eyes upon me and they ask each other, “Why?”
“Though all the world is watching, I have been banned.”
Never would I abolish myself with pills, a rope, or a knife
No hesitation, just a leap from up high
What would an angel say, as I stand on the rooftop?
The wind is relentless, uncontrollable and rife
At such heights, those pugnacious have no will to comply
“Though all the world is watching, I have been banned.”
What are the stars, have they once held life?
Are they angels, abjured into the sky?
What would an angel say, as I stand on the rooftop?
“Though all the world is watching, I have been banned.”