The Third Level

Oh, 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

Yeah, climbing up on high

With the grace of a pigeon

You're stringing loose sentences

And 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 teas 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 (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