Crouched down on a rooftopnIn my mother's high-heeled shoesnI'm wondering if I will dropnFly away with younnI can smell the rain comingnBut I won't leave until it fallsnI'm gonna soak in its downpournTil I hear my mother's callsnnCause I am playing GodnI am raising hellnAs far as I can tellnI am all alonenAlone in this worldnAlone, with younnI carry Spring rain in my hairnWeighted sorrow in perfect cloudsnBursting in the airnWash away and drownnnI am playing GodnI am raising hellnAs far as I can tellnI am all alonenAlone in this worldnAlone, with younnThe roof slips beneath my feetnAs the branches back away from menThe softest grass turns to concretenBut I will flynI will flynYou will seennCause I am playing GodnI am raising hellnAs far as I can tellnI am all alonenAlone in this worldnAlone