We live on a mountain
Right at the top
Theres a 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
Its [bad word] a habit
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
Its real early morning
No-one is awake
Im back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow him with my eyes till they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
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