I'm not aiming for you to fall
                     I can't help but care, that's all
I'm not aiming for your love
                      when I'm looking up at you above
                                                           ­                   me

smiling down, charming and handsome, looking like you do
   I can't help but think you're a little too good to be true


All I want is a promise, my dear
that you won't fight it if you feel;
if you start falling here