Falling Over

I can hear the waves crashing. I can hear the wind moan. 
I don’t need to stand on the edge to know what’s lying below. 
It’s a long way down that face of stone. 
I can hear the waves crashing. I can hear the wind moan. 

The hair at the back of my neck came to attention, 
The second your eyes swept in my direction. 
The night is young, and the air is electric, 
Make the hair at the back of my neck come to attention. 

My heart has broken and healed, broken and healed 
From lovers who’ve revealed themselves to be temporary. 
So I won’t be coming any closer, 
I’ve learned that cliffs are made for falling over. 

Thank God I know better, or I would meet your gaze 
Let you buy me a whiskey, drink up every word you say 
In the morning light I’d ask you to say 
Thank God I know better, or I would meet your gaze 

My heart has broken and healed, broken and healed 
From lovers who’ve revealed themselves to be temporary. 
So I won’t be coming any closer, 
I’ve learned that cliffs are made for falling over. 

You look like the kind I could lose my mind trying to anazlyze 
That gets me every time. 
The slightest breeze would come along and suddenly I’d be so far gone 
Barely hanging on. 

So I won’t be coming any closer 
I’ve learned that cliffs are made for falling over. 

I can hear the waves crashing, I can hear the wind moan. 
I don’t need to stand on the edge to know what’s lying below