Sitting on top of a tree Looking down on me - too blue To be looking up to a dream of yours A painting of a room with a million doors The memory of a key in a sea of time The keeper of the tree is no friend of mine Falling down I'm falling down Sitting on top of the world Looking down on you - too blue To be looking up to a dream of mine A painting of a shoe like a porcupine A painting of a wood in the south of france Standing by the edge of a new romance I'm falling down Isn't it true On days that are blue A light in the heart comes shining through Todos contentos y yo tambien There's a word on my lips Spelled like: the end Flying with the wings of a dove Looking down on love - too blue To be looking up to a dream of light A painting of the world but far too bright A picture of your luck that turned it's back A crumpled paper plane has left it's track Falling down Sitting on top of a cloud Looking down on me - too blue To understand the point of that dream of mine The painting of a shoe like a porcupine The painting of a wood in the south of france Standing by the edge of a new romance Falling down I'm falling down Isn't it true On days that are blue A light in the heart comes shining through Todos contentos y yo tambien There's a word on my lips Spelled like: the end