One, two, look at you-
Got the news on, false river.
Long hair and baby blues,
Got the news on, false river.
Well you want to fly,
But you're afraid of heights.
And yes, you want to love,
But you don't love yourself-
And it's your blind spot,
Creepin' up on you.
Long face and good suntan,
Brought along the baby in your hand.
Flood came in '32,
Brought along the baby in your-
Your hand.
Well you want to fly,
But you're afraid of heights.
And yes, you want to love,
But you don't love yourself-
And it's your blind spot,
Creepin' up on you.
And the worst that you can do,
Is go alone.
Go alone, hey.
And don't let-
Your hands slip off-
The wheel.
And it brings you down, oh low.
Long hair and baby blues,
Flood came, you got the news.
Long legs and good suntan,
Long legs and good suntan.
Well you want to fly,
But you're afraid of heights.
And yes, you want to love,
But you don't love yourself-
And it's your blind spot,
Creepin' up on you.
Creepin' up on you.
Creepin' up on you.