The First Waltz
Read The First Waltz lyrics by Pony Up on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
The First Waltz
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Well I have grown a few inches
Since you came under sea
But the list I'm making
Of stuff I stole from you
Is getting obscene
'Cause I don't even know when I'm lying
And I don't even know why I'm trying
There's that junky little monster
It's as pink as your mouth
And I declare that I don't care about one thing that's coming out
'Cause I can't take the bad with the good
And no one around me really thinks that I should
I've never felt more alone than when I'm in your arms
I've never felt more alone than when I'm in your arms
And the exits out of this place are slowly boarded up
But life in here gets easier as I learn when to duck
But I never get my timing just right
So I'm sleeping with one eye open tonight
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "The First Waltz"?
Pony Up performs "The First Waltz", and this lyric page sits inside the Pony Up catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "The First Waltz"?
Yes. The related section below points to Dance For Me and I Heard You Got Action with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Pony Up?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Pony Up's lyric pages.
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
What people are saying
No listener comments on The First Waltz yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.