High-Rise Window Cleaning

Sophie's Sukoshi Intelligent Wonderland

acoustic folk, jazz-pop, ballad

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# FIVE METERS FROM THE WALL

[Verse 1]

They call it high-rise window cleaning,
A dangerous job up high.
No one afraid of heights can work
With open air below.

But height is not the only risk
Beside the tower wall.
A sudden crosswind lifts the stage
And drives it from the wall.

[Pre-Chorus]

Five meters out beyond the glass,
The stage hangs in the air.
The ropes prevent a downward fall,
But cannot pull it near.

[Chorus]

Keep floating, floating,
I’m still alive.
The dirty water leaves the pail
And rises through the sky.

Keep swinging, swinging,
The ropes won’t let me fall.
It feels like zero gravity
When strong winds blow.

[Verse 2]

A tenant opens up the blinds,
Then shuts them fast in fright.
A glass-walled toilet in the suite
Stands open to our sight.

The kindergarten children shout,
“Spider-Man! A monkey! Watch out!”
Dogs bark; cats track every tool—
Up, down, left, and right.

[Pre-Chorus]

They praise a pane we haven’t touched:
“It looks much better now!”
Then move their things from one we’ve done:
“Go ahead!”—“Thanks!” …for nothing.

[Chorus]

Keep floating, floating,
I’m still alive.
The dirty water leaves the pail
And rises through the sky.

Keep swinging, swinging,
The ropes won’t let me fall.
It feels like zero gravity
When strong winds blow.

[Verse 3]

They praise the light, then close the blinds
And work in gloom again.
Westerners tend to leave the blinds
Wide open all the time.

Somehow, bosses always have
So much spare time to talk to us.
Life-insurance companies
Keep trying to recruit us.

[Bridge]

Each week they ask, “You like the mountains?”
But almost none of us do.
Frozen tools stick to winter glass;
De-icer pulls them free.

Inspectors touch the spotless panes
With fingers everywhere,
Then leave them covered up with prints
And complain about a smear.

[Final Chorus]

Keep floating, floating,
I’m still alive.
The dirty water leaves the pail
And rises through the sky.

Keep swinging, swinging,
The ropes won’t let me fall.
It feels like zero gravity
When strong winds blow.

[Outro]

Some cut and bend and weld their tools
Until they turn to art.
The crews have ageless veterans—
No one knows how old they are.

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# FIVE METERS FROM THE WALL [Verse 1] They call it high-rise window cleaning, A dangerous job up high. No one afraid of heights can work With open air below. But height is not the only risk Beside the tower wall. A sudden crosswind lifts the stage And drives it from the wall. [Pre-Chorus] Five meters out beyond the glass, The stage hangs in the air. The ropes prevent a downward fall, But cannot pull it near. [Chorus] Keep floating, floating, I’m still alive. The dirty water leaves the pail And rises through the sky. Keep swinging, swinging, The ropes won’t let me fall. It feels like zero gravity When strong winds blow. [Verse 2] A tenant opens up the blinds, Then shuts them fast in fright. A glass-walled toilet in the suite Stands open to our sight. The kindergarten children shout, “Spider-Man! A monkey! Watch out!” Dogs bark; cats track every tool— Up, down, left, and right. [Pre-Chorus] They praise a pane we haven’t touched: “It looks much better now!” Then move their things from one we’ve done: “Go ahead!”—“Thanks!” …for nothing. [Chorus] Keep floating, floating, I’m still alive. The dirty water leaves the pail And rises through the sky. Keep swinging, swinging, The ropes won’t let me fall. It feels like zero gravity When strong winds blow. [Verse 3] They praise the light, then close the blinds And work in gloom again. Westerners tend to leave the blinds Wide open all the time. Somehow, bosses always have So much spare time to talk to us. Life-insurance companies Keep trying to recruit us. [Bridge] Each week they ask, “You like the mountains?” But almost none of us do. Frozen tools stick to winter glass; De-icer pulls them free. Inspectors touch the spotless panes With fingers everywhere, Then leave them covered up with prints And complain about a smear. [Final Chorus] Keep floating, floating, I’m still alive. The dirty water leaves the pail And rises through the sky. Keep swinging, swinging, The ropes won’t let me fall. It feels like zero gravity When strong winds blow. [Outro] Some cut and bend and weld their tools Until they turn to art. The crews have ageless veterans— No one knows how old they are.

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