The Tops Songtext / Lyric

Don't look down
I think I've heard them coming round through the backyard and below us
Now is what's that sound did I leave
on Mrs. Robinson perception
Not so clear to my ear Everybody said to you they won't do love
Sent you roses on your birthday could not give you enough
Oh everybody prayed that you would let them stay
And it took a hateful army,
your snide remarks
to make them go away.

And it's so lonely at the top.
The only postcard is the drop.
You sail alone.
Can you see me from the top?
I've got a sore neck looking up.
Forget me not.
Better not to look down.

Hold your breath.
If we keep up our appearances they'll never see us go
Oh not yet, living death.
I'm still waiting on the rooftop
for a sign to line the visual to the text.

Everybody said to you they won't do love
love love love love love love love.
Everybody prayed that you would let them,
Let them stay, always stay.

And it's so lonely at the top.
The only postcard is the drop.
You sail alone.
Can you see me from the top.
I've got a sore neck looking up.
Forget me not.

Better not to look down.
You better not to look down.
But better not to look down.

Together we planned it
And said if you made it,
It won't change a thing.
But you're not here
To tell me you'll need love,
Constructing the myth of
you're all in for me. (?)

But can't you see what it's like,
See what it means for us, for all, for you or me.
And I'll explain what it's like to hope that
Easy come is easy go.
Easy go, easy go.