A Hundred Floors Higher - Element Of Crime

I’m here on the skyscraper

Standing a hundred floors higher

Around me thousands of people

Below in the streets of this town

They’re busy, have fun

And drive on their cars easy going

I’ll move just a step forward

And I’ll be among them, be down

But there’s a sunset so kitschy

A blood-colour red disk in the skyline

And a warm wind is bringing up

Some relief wave in my hair

It’s a summer-night summer wind

Maybe it’s trying to push me

But i’m freezingly sad

Not try to remind why I’m here

There is nothing holding me back

Below in this world now

But it’s hard to decide to leave it

To do it right now

So, I’m here on this skyscraper

Standing a hundred floors higher

Around me thousands of people

Below in the streets of this town

I’m looking down

I’m here for a long time now

The sun is set, it’s getting dark here

And a marvellous lightshow

All over the town left beyond

And I wonder about the number

Of people who live there

There are thousends and thousands

And I know just a hundred of them

And I’m gazing around

I’m wond’ring: What kind of a town

What a number of people

I don’t understand any longer my trouble:

It’s only one woman

And I wonder how simple the answer is

Why I can’t do it right now?

Why I’m still sitting here?

It’s so easy, a joke, and it’s better

I’m staying aliiiiive

There is no reason

For any suicide

Only, baby, because of

Someone like you

So, I’m leaving the roof

Of my scyscraper, back going downstairs

Maybe someone is waiting for me

In the streets of this town

I’m going down

There is no reason

For any suicide

Only, baby, because of

Someone like you

So, I’m leaving the roof

Of my scyscraper, back going downstairs

Maybe someone is waiting for me

In the streets of this town

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down

I’m going down