Lady Lamb - Rooftop lyrics

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...