Top Floor

OOh-ooh
I can see the city light
From where I stand on the top floor
And I'm not sure if I'm dead
I raise my hands to the clouds
To check if heaven is with me now
Cause the devil's in my bed

And she won't love me
Like she could
And she won't hold me
Like you would

I bid this city goodnight
And cover street lamps just like my eyes
When it's quiet I'll go

And say my sweetest goodbye
Under billboards are fast food and mobile phones

Cause they won't treat me
Like they should
Cause they don't need me
Like you would

My toes curl, clutch to the edge
And filled up with regret
Could you forgive me yet

Would you know if I fell
From this hotel