Cliff

As soon as you want the kiss
Oh how impossible it is to bridge
I wish that we were kids
I'd cross the floor and I would ask you to dance
I was never afraid of that, that, that

I had the upper hand
Smooth as a stone that'd worn away in the sea
But I like it even more
Climbing too high where the air is thin
I'm on a cliff, can you keep me away from it, it, it, it?