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

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

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