Parachute

We are not ready to jump freely
These are giant baby steps that we are taking
We are vocabularising our feelings about sex and our love making
There are random bits of information flying 'round our heads that we’re
mistaking
For the truth that feigns affection just to cover up for all that it’s been
faking
And I don’t know how to love you
I truly wish I did. I truly wish I didn’t have the heart of a ten year old kid
But that might always be my problem
That my heart just doesn’t see a really really good thing
When it stands in front of me
And so we sit up and talk about love
Like it’s the only thing we’d need
To turn this sketchy «don't know» into a firm «indeed»
And the words they fall out of our mouths like
The excuse knew its route, like the guy who jumps out of a plane,
but always with a parachute
So we sit inside the cockpit and climb 10,000 feet above our mis-communication
With a constant flow of oxygen to ease the constant pain of our heart aching
Cause we are not ready to jump freely, these are giant baby steps that we are
taking
But a leap of faith is all it’s going to take us to survive a fall that follows
real love making
I don’t know how to love you
I truly wish I did. I truly wish I didn’t have the heart of a ten year old kid
But that might always be my problem
That my heart just doesn’t see a really really good thing
When it stands in front of me
And so we sit up and talk about love
Like it’s the only thing we’d need
To turn this sketchy «don't know» into a firm «indeed»
And the words they fall out of our mouths like
The excuse knew its route, like the guy who jumps out of a plane,
but always with a parachute