Falling Into Space

Falling into space, never seems to be an ace.

Falling from my heart, leaving teardrops from

The start. For tomorrow I am looking for 

Fame, so remember my name.   

But whatever, I’m still marrying you, even if 

Time stands still, which it probably will.

To know who I am, a very famous man; in my

Lifetime, probably not, but I live in hope and

You’ll never see me mope.