Woorden: Still Time. Stream Of Consciousness. First Date.

I pick her up an hour after nine
She laughs and says,
?Thanks for wasting my time?
I smile and nod submit to my doom
As we step into my hot air balloon

And it?s awkward
But we?re, we?re on our way

I asked her to spend a night on the stars
I know it?s cliche, but it did get me far
Jogging around from second to third
Then sprinting to home with no passion or words

And it?s awkward
But we?re, we?re on our way

She asks for a smoke and I said, ?Hell no
You light up a match and this thing?s gonna blow?
She says, ?Well maybe then
As we fall through the clouds
Heaven provides what the gods will allow?

And it?s awkward
But we?re, we?re on our way

She lights up the match the balloon soon explodes
We head to the ground hearing sounds of lost souls
She?s biting my lip and I?m closing my eyes
We hold each other for warmth
As we fall through the sky

And I fell in love for the first and the last time
I fell in love for the first and the last time

And it?s awkward
But we?re, we?re on our way

(Thanks to Victoria for these lyrics)