On the rooftop
Sit and stare
Across the plain
And mountain tops
To the sea
Where it shimmers so gleefully

Yet the rooftop
Is where you think
About life and other things
And you think about
What it would mean
If you were to jump off
Just one step

The vengeful ghosts
Ride on the wind
Stop by your rooftop
As a daily trend
Try to convince you
That the other side if okay
They want you to wear
The pin of death
And they want me to look away

I'm watching you think
Your foot
Sliding off and on the edge
There is no ladder
The doors are locked
No way to reach you
Only can wish