Even here,high up my high horse,I feel like I am falling.
Even in the dark suburb of my mind,
Thoughts of you won’t stop chasing.
But with you nothing seems to be certain.
One day you’re here for me looking all hot,
Only to drift far away from me the next sounding so cold.
I have never felt this confused and I swear to drunk I am not God,
But with you even the next mystery is a great second.
This thing called love is it what I feel?
I hear it makes you feel like you can jump to the the moon and back.
Makes you feel like you can swim across the seven and oceans
Could this really be love?Cos I feel none of that
I only feel like I am falling.