Listen to the rythm of my boots as I step upon your stairs
listen to the rythm of my sould as I sit back in your chair
helplessly I tumble straight from out the sky
then I realize, oh I realize
it would take a steel heart,
to keep from breaking under the weight of your crystal eyes
it would take a steel heart,
to keep from breakng under the weight of your crystal eyes
late night dance, come sunday morning,
I'm glad I remember my mothers warning