On A High Ledge Lyrics

Father, I think I’m different
I don’t like playing with the other boys
Father, I’m different
I like the way the flowers smell

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

I want to cry but I don’t know how
My lips are chapped but my hands are soft
Circles don’t fit into squares

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge
On a high ledge, on a high ledge

(Man up man)
(Man up man)