On a Balcony

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 while 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 Misty, when it's whittled down to just one thing It amazes me, that simplicity I wandered through the market 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