We climb up on rooftops and chimneys and steeples 
Let our childlike hearts collide with the wind 
And dance with the moon 
Above a city drenched in sorrow 
We watch and try to feel 
What these ant-like people feel 
With their saddened eyes
And woeful minds 

However we may try 
We are too far removed 
From the floods of pain rushing through their streets 
To sense anything but ecstasy in our heights 
So we carry on
 Twirl but never fall 
On rooftops through the night

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