Never Ending Circus

So it's like this:
I've fallen pretty hard for you already
and looking down I see no net to catch me
so I guess I'm gonna keep falling,
if thats alright with you?
'Cause its like a dream come true;
every single touch 
every little smile
there is something in my head 
and its driving me wild.
There's a burning in my brain
it's a heated little flame 
and with every tiny burn
I fall for you more
'cause the pain is the pleasure 
and the warmth is my treasure.
So here we go again
into a never ending circus,
and as the clowns fumble 
and I am thrown into the sky,
nothing here will scare me 
with you I can fly
but if my wings were clipped 
I want to know 
if I fell from my heights
will you catch me 
or just let me go?