Song Spotlight: Rooftops

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I wrote the song rooftops when I was 22 years old. I remember it was at the tail end of a summer I had spent working as a waiter in Manhattan. I was on the way back to Dublin where at the time in 2010 there was very little prospects for young people fresh from college – so I think in a way that permeated the lyrics. Some songs seem to write themselves – this was definitely one of those songs. Very little concsious effort on my half went into the lyrics. It kind of came out in one sitting – pretty much fully formed.

Memories are important I wish I knew that when I was young.
I would have put them in a shoebox to know what I’m running from.
Cowering in the corner, pulling every punch.
Craving vindication but I can’t trust a single hunch.

We all fall from the rooftops sometimes. Still I need to make a stand. It’s not the fall not kills you, it’s more the way you land.

I tried to lose my ego but it bears a heavy weight. I looked into removal but couldn’t afford the going rate. Now I just ignore it clinging onto me, I’d be miserable without it and I hate misery.

We all fall from the rooftops sometimes. Still I need to make a stand. It’s not the fall not kills you, it’s more the way you land.

Screaming out for something, but what it is I’m not quite sure. If it was a disease I’d be desperate for a cure. It’s harmless enough, I exaggerate too much. All I need’s a bit of sleep and a kind woman’s touch.

We all fall from the rooftops sometimes. Still I need to make a stand. It’s not the fall not kills you, it’s more the way you land.

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