- cifra
Crouched down on a rooftop
In my mother's high-heeled shoes
I'm wondering if I will drop
Fly away with you
I can smell the rain coming
But I won't leave until it falls
I'm gonna soak in its downpour
Til I hear my mother's calls
Cause I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone, with you
I carry Spring rain in my hair
Weighted sorrow in perfect clouds
Bursting in the air
Wash away and drown
I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone, with you
The roof slips beneath my feet
As the branches back away from me
The softest grass turns to concrete
But I will fly
I will fly
You will see
Cause I am playing God
I am raising hell
As far as I can tell
I am all alone
Alone in this world
Alone
