Pretty ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina

Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes

I asked her for this dance and then she obliged me

Was I surprised?Yeah.Was I surprised?No not at all

I called her yesterday.It should have been tomorrow

I could not keep the joy that was inside

I begged for her to tell me if she really loved me

Somewhere a mountain is moving.Afraid it`s moving without me.

And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning

I open up my eyes to find there`s rain

And something strange within says go ahead and find her

Just close your eyes, yeah.Just close your eyes and she`ll be there

She`ll be there

She`ll be there