Misty, when you want to hit those wedding bells
You should stop yourself
You should see yourself angry
Screaming to the ceiling, girl, you look like hell
But when riding pills we get heavenly, on a balcony
And baby's not a wreck on the wayside yet
Although she stuck out her neck to see how dark she could take it
The wind is wild
Why, the spray is wet!
And a heart gets high as a heart can get
On a balcony, high above the sea
You are the woman, on some firefall
Do you wanna ball on that brilliant beach?
So hard I thought I hear my future daughter
Call through the static wall of a flashing dream
And it's a wild, weaving ride to the sea
Little demon, believe it from me
They say that you're living off something-and-soda
Some fine wine from 1983. They say you're a fantasy
Clap, like a comma
Hear the sentence sing
Hear the whole world ring
Hey, it's bursting with bravery
And, misty, when it's whittled down
To just one thing it amazes me, that simplicity
I wandered through the supermarket like a slumming king
And the sun, it stings
Hell, I hadn't seen the sun for weeks
When we finally walk away from everything on our own four feet
I hear you call my name from a balcony
And I like the way you say it
