We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car parts, bottles and cutlery ...

No-one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overblown with bliss
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart

I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"
It's an orchestra of angels ...