And I'm not sure how many seasons of life I can handle
Since I'm so afraid of heights, not willing to jump at all
It's almost like swimming when you know you're drowning
and that rainbow is fading into your sunset.
It's your sunset

And I'm sick of wearing this tattered ball gown
Levitating far beyond gravities limits
With that blue moon copy-catting my eye color
and black and white really won't work for me any longer either
then again that's pretty crazy when your best friends a shadow

And Waltzing pretty girls looking for their
Prince Charming laugh and laugh with their curls
And with each spin of champagne the room gets a bit more fuzzy
and with each twirl I lose my sight even more
before the blind folds save my sanity

And the side street worker won't accept anything under a twenty
she's a nice girl with too much on her plate
There's not much else to do other than chew those damn pills
and just get through till morning breaks
Yet her ending is always the beginning
each horror movie scenario replaying over and over

And I wish I could feel a bit smaller under your hands
cause some days it's like a nitrogen burn
then again we're all just another hit and run
but hopefully you still love me in the morning
since the morning after is all we have to look forward to anyway

And I'm a bit to scared to jump
And I'm a bit to burned out to care
And I don't want another winter to survive
And then again there's no point in denying the fact that
This is my sunset.