The apartment got too crowded.
Everyone was sticky and peeling apart
Squeezing through each other
So we all lined up quick to help each other
Stumble drunk up a ladder.
The whole party climbed onto the roof.
And when the roof got too small
Some of us climbed the bridge across the street.
And from there we could see the students
Showing each other their films on a bedsheet
In the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
A lot of the boys shouted out a commentary
And some of the girls did too.
It didn't bother me and I like the films.
We all thought it was great when a silly art
Student Hitler had to change a flat tire
On that bedsheet in the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
I laid flat on my stomach on a beam.
I looked straight down through a hole.
It seemed so much higher from above than below.
I felt my friends dance around me.
I spun happy with my eyes closed.
I let my weight alone hold me.
And though I already knew I'd be ashamed by the time it was over,
I was so happy just waiting to tell my story
And I knew no other way down.
Joan Of Arc - On a Bedsheet in the Breeze on the Roof Lyrics
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The apartment got too crowded.
Everyone was sticky and peeling apart
Squeezing through each other
So we all lined up quick to help each other
Stumble drunk up a ladder.
The whole party climbed onto the roof.
And when the roof got too small
Some of us climbed the bridge across the street.
And from there we could see the students
Showing each other their films on a bedsheet
In the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
A lot of the boys shouted out a commentary
And some of the girls did too.
It didn't bother me and I like the films.
We all thought it was great when a silly art
Student Hitler had to change a flat tire
On that bedsheet in the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
I laid flat on my stomach on a beam.
I looked straight down through a hole.
It seemed so much higher from above than below.
I felt my friends dance around me.
I spun happy with my eyes closed.
I let my weight alone hold me.
And though I already knew I'd be ashamed by the time it was over,
I was so happy just waiting to tell my story
And I knew no other way down.
Everyone was sticky and peeling apart
Squeezing through each other
So we all lined up quick to help each other
Stumble drunk up a ladder.
The whole party climbed onto the roof.
And when the roof got too small
Some of us climbed the bridge across the street.
And from there we could see the students
Showing each other their films on a bedsheet
In the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
A lot of the boys shouted out a commentary
And some of the girls did too.
It didn't bother me and I like the films.
We all thought it was great when a silly art
Student Hitler had to change a flat tire
On that bedsheet in the breeze on the roof.
And the lights spread out around us like a wheat field.
I laid flat on my stomach on a beam.
I looked straight down through a hole.
It seemed so much higher from above than below.
I felt my friends dance around me.
I spun happy with my eyes closed.
I let my weight alone hold me.
And though I already knew I'd be ashamed by the time it was over,
I was so happy just waiting to tell my story
And I knew no other way down.