Standing on a catwalk, baby I'm about to come undone And things are hard to change With this empty gun
Out here on the catwalk, baby Can't you see my hands are tied To make a stupid move Could mean suicide
They were rolling the dice But I never thought twice Of the ace I would hide But when I tried to leave It fell from my sleeve Now I'm trapped on this catwalk outside
Now I'm on this catwalk, baby Keeps me in a rotten mood But who could catch their breath At this altitude
Standing on a catwalk, baby I'm about to come undone And things are hard to get changed With this empty gun
They were rolling the dice But I didn't think twice Of the ace I would hide But when I tried to leave It fell from my sleeve Now I'm trapped on this catwalk outside