I set out to carve down the mountain
A steep drop on wax and steel
I set out to leave you behind
But I couldn't outrun the way I feel
And I'm Falling
There I was, at the top of my game, all slicked-back and nonchalant
When my blind date blasted in the front door of the restaurant
She was blind alright, if by blind you mean perfectly crazy
But a tight dress and sharp perfume can make the smoothest mind a little hazy
Intrigued from the get-go, eager to have a scratch at the surface
It quickly became clear that this here was a one-woman circus
Take a look across the table, you're able to see she's not like any other
Already working out how I'm going to explain this mess to my mother
Stick and stones can't hurt me like the way you do
Bricks and bones start shaking at the thought of you
When you know you picked crazy you don't get to complain about consequence
And the last thing you need is a ninja kick to your confidence
When the sound of her rat-toothed voice is enough to get your blood steaming
Maybe she'll get the hint if you get up and run away screaming