Rooftop Lyrics & Chords By Lady Lamb

If I'm the cop,
Then you're the robber;
We'll play cowboys and indians,
In the yard for the slaughter.

I had a dream with you on this rooftop;
If you're not, then that's okay.
But if you are, well,
I'm thinking that it's fate.

If I'm the sap,
Then you're the maple;
And I'll stick close to you 'til,
I make it to your table.

Over the microphone,
Over the video projector;
I almost called your name,
But then I refrained.
'Cause I will put you some other way,
If it's fate...
If it's fate...
If it's fate...