Lean on the wall you trust. It's made of stone.
The grip I see now is firm but strong.
Learn to let go and stand up.
You are twenty-nine. Don't worry. You will reach thirty.
Jack, Queen, King or Alas, you have a hole in your hand.
Your hand is bleeding from everything you have done.
Get up. And turn the stone into gold.
Sitting on the edge of the world.
Light the fire. Blown by the wind.
on the twenty-ninth floor the feelings are numb.
Once up there. It's often on the bottom.
Stuck on the roulette wheel, turn it…
Don't put your life in the hands of fate.
Lean back—he leans back, you let go.
Dead- the fire is lit. Blowing by the wind.
on the twenty-ninth floor the feeling is numb.
Now standing on the twenty-ninth floor
Just one more step… thirty, you will reach.
It's hard to be alone.
We will all disappear alone. Blown by the wind.
on the twenty-ninth floor the feeling is numb.