Pretty Ballerina

I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting 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,
I'm afraid it's moving without me.

I had a date with a pretty ballerina,
Her hair so brilliant that it's hurting 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 as i wake on this 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,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there,
She'll be there.