"The Third Level" lyrics

Le Tour Eiffel
Neatly cut in three
Viewed from Trocadero
It's an architect's dream
The first level's sturdy
And the second level's fun
But that old third level
Is too high for some
Keep your hand on the rail
Keep your hand on the rail

Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
I'm up then I'm down, I'm full then I'm nothing
The levels and devils hiding in the beams
Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain't a dream
Oh, that drop ain't a dream

Climbing up on high
With the grace of a pigeon
Stringing loose sentences
Making big decisions
Yeah, I was walking down a road
Straight, flat, and free
Now I'm as high as a kite
Where I shouldn't be
You know I never liked heights
In fact they chill me to the bone

Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
I'm up then I'm down, I'm full then I'm nothing
The levels and devils hiding in the beams
Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain't a dream
Oh, that drop ain't a dream

The first level's easy
Some cold tea and a giggle
The second level you got answers
But each question's a riddle
And then you're in the grip
Of momentum and booze
And you're running up a staircase
And your hands are your shoes
Ah, fuck it

Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
I'm up then I'm down, I'm full then I'm nothing
The levels and devils hiding in the beams
Keep your hands on the rail
Elevator, elevator, you punch all my buttons
I'm up then I'm down, I'm full then I'm nothing
The levels and devils hiding in the beams
Keep your hands on the rail, you know that drop ain't a dream
Oh, that drop ain't a dream, oh
Yeah