You and your little words
Piled high up to bird's eye view,
But I just can't get used to
Your tall tales
And I fly up to the sun,
Melt my wings and fall into your catch,
Twenty-two stories high
Oh, you're a skyscraper,
Overestimator,
You'll need and elevator to get off the ground,
Oh, you might be a high rise,
Doesn't make you able to fly,
Building up your white lies,
So don't talk down
Liar, liar, in case of fire, take the stairs,
But you were never prepared to activate your evacuation plan,
No, you just play the victim,
Talk your way out of this one,
Someday, somehow, someone,
Just might understand
But I know you're a skyscraper,
Overestimator,
You'll need an elevator to get off the ground
Oh, you might be a high rise,
Doesn't make you able to fly,
Building up your white lies,
So don't talk down
Oh, you're a skyscraper,
Overestimator,
You'll need an elevator,
To get off the ground
Oh, you might be a high-rise,
Doesn't make you able to fly,
Building up your white lies,
So don't talk down
There's a whole city of you,
Different angles, same view,
But this town is the word on the street,
So don't talk down to me