If I could right the wrongs the past just wouldn´t be.
How could I fall in love at zero gravity?
From a weightless condition to a heavy circumstance, like a voice with a vibrato do I tremble for the chance.

And will I hurt myself?
Am I like the man who fell?
And will I burn myself if I have to go through hell?
And if I did make you love me will you make me belong?
And I´m waiting for the time, like the calm before the storm.
Oh no you´re not free to fall.
Free to fall!
Oh no you´re not, not free to fall.
Oh no, oh no.
This must be someone else cause the part just isn´t me.
Can this be happening cause it sounds like lines to me?
First you´re sailing then you´re swimming then you´re sinking in the sea of love, still you sparkle and you sizzle cause a live wire always does.

Within the atmosphere so rare, so rare, so rare, I can see my liquid love light fading, fading, draining.
It´s raining, raining.
And if I did make you love me, what did I do wrong?
And I´m waiting for the time, like the calm before the storm.