A&E
I've fallen for you
Must have banged my head or something
Kissing the concrete
Prone
I'm still free
Falling down
My head is in the clouds
My wings are pigeon feathers
Dripping warm wax
Catching fire
And my golden parachute does not work
I'm flapping my bare arms
There's no-one to sue
It's got to be one inch or more
Seems I was struck
By a thunderbolt from Cupid's crossbow
I took the fall
I'm feeling scraped up
Cut and sore
A stone into a well
I'm slipping, tripping and sliding
Into the right crowd
It doesn't seem like an accident
