crouched down on a rooftop in my mothers high heeled shooes i m wondering if i will drop and fly away with you and i can smell the rain coming but i won t leave until it falls i m gonna soak in its down pour till i hear my mother s calls cause i am playing god i am raising hell as far as i can tell i am all alone alone in this world alone with you i carry spring rain in my hair weighted sorrow in perfect clouds bursting in the air wash away and drown the roof slips beneath my feet as the branches back away from me the softest grass turns to concrete but i will fly i will fly you will see i am playing god i am raising hell as far as i can tell i am all alone alone in this world alone