björk - hyperballad

We live on a mountain

right at the top.

This beautiful view

from the top of the mountain...

Every morning, I walk towards the edge

and throw little things off

like car parts, bottles, and cutlery

or whatever I find lying around.

It's become a habit

a way

to start the day.

I go through all this

before you wake up

so I can feel happier

to be safe up here with you.

I go through all this

before you wake up

so I can feel happier

to be safe up here with you.

It's real early morning

no one is awake.

I'm back at my cliff

still throwing things off.

I listen to the sounds they make

on their way down.

I follow with my eyes 'til they crash.

I wonder what my body would sound like

slamming against those rocks.

And when it lands,

will my eyes be closed or open?

I go through all this

before you wake up

so I can feel happier

to be safe up here with you.

I go through all this

before you wake up

so I can feel happier

to be safe up here with you.

I go through all this

before you wake up

so I can feel happier

to be safe up here with you.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...safe up here.

Safe up here...