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