We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale.
And bought a parachute at a church rummage sale

And with a mean sewing machine and miles of thread
We sewed the day above L.A. in navy and red.

We wound a racetrack
through your mom´s kitchen chairs,
And fought the shadows back
down your dark basement stairs

I lit a match, then let it catch
to light up the room
And then you yelled as we beheld
an old maroon hot air balloon.

I´ll be out of my mind
And you´ll be out of ideas pretty soon
So let´s spend the afternoon
in a cold hot air balloon.
Leave your jacket behind,
Lean out to touch the tree tops over town.
I can´t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

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We drank the great lakes
like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches
Sprawled out in the shade.
So bored to death you held your breath
And I tried not to yawn.
You made my frown turn upside down
And now my worries are gone.

I´ll be out of my mind
And you´ll be out of ideas pretty soon
So let´s spend the afternoon
in a cold hot air balloon.
Leave your jacket behind,
Lean out to touch the tree tops over town.
I can´t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

I´ll be out of my mind
And you´ll be out of ideas pretty soon
So let´s spend the afternoon
in a cold hot air balloon.
Leave your jacket behind,
Lean out to touch the tree tops over town.
I can´t wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.