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

la la la laaaa

la la

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