Song | Balloons |
Artist | The Candle Thieves |
Album | Balloons |
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There were balloons in the sky | |
When his last night arrived, | |
He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
They promised him not too much pain, | |
He begged for them to change, | |
But the judge declared he couldn’t be saved. | |
He had no other family | |
So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
Don’t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
There were balloons in they sky | |
When he took his own life, | |
There was love but at school | |
It was unaccepted. | |
For the one he longed to kiss | |
He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
Led him home to finally end it. | |
And as he lay asleep that night | |
They told him there’s no | |
Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
If there was, I would say it, | |
Rewind, then replay it | |
For you, my only. | |
The note to his mother read, | |
“I’m so sorry.” | |
Don’t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Flying it up | |
Through the trees, | |
Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
Something, something seemed to fit. | |
A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
Took off his shoes, | |
And jumped. | |
And jumped. | |
One two three four | |
Two two three four | |
Three two three four | |
Stuff two three | |
There were balloons in the sky | |
On the night she survived | |
As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
They all yelled patriotic, | |
In a confused rhetoric, | |
And they sung for her to go home. | |
But I am just like you, | |
I was born and raised amongst you, | |
So not matter what you put me through, | |
Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da |
There were balloons in the sky | |
When his last night arrived, | |
He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
They promised him not too much pain, | |
He begged for them to change, | |
But the judge declared he couldn' t be saved. | |
He had no other family | |
So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
Don' t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
There were balloons in they sky | |
When he took his own life, | |
There was love but at school | |
It was unaccepted. | |
For the one he longed to kiss | |
He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
Led him home to finally end it. | |
And as he lay asleep that night | |
They told him there' s no | |
Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
If there was, I would say it, | |
Rewind, then replay it | |
For you, my only. | |
The note to his mother read, | |
" I' m so sorry." | |
Don' t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Flying it up | |
Through the trees, | |
Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
Something, something seemed to fit. | |
A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
Took off his shoes, | |
And jumped. | |
And jumped. | |
One two three four | |
Two two three four | |
Three two three four | |
Stuff two three | |
There were balloons in the sky | |
On the night she survived | |
As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
They all yelled patriotic, | |
In a confused rhetoric, | |
And they sung for her to go home. | |
But I am just like you, | |
I was born and raised amongst you, | |
So not matter what you put me through, | |
Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da |
There were balloons in the sky | |
When his last night arrived, | |
He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
They promised him not too much pain, | |
He begged for them to change, | |
But the judge declared he couldn' t be saved. | |
He had no other family | |
So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
Don' t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
There were balloons in they sky | |
When he took his own life, | |
There was love but at school | |
It was unaccepted. | |
For the one he longed to kiss | |
He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
Led him home to finally end it. | |
And as he lay asleep that night | |
They told him there' s no | |
Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
If there was, I would say it, | |
Rewind, then replay it | |
For you, my only. | |
The note to his mother read, | |
" I' m so sorry." | |
Don' t let go | |
Of your balloon. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Flying it up | |
Through the trees, | |
Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
Something, something seemed to fit. | |
A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
Took off his shoes, | |
And jumped. | |
And jumped. | |
One two three four | |
Two two three four | |
Three two three four | |
Stuff two three | |
There were balloons in the sky | |
On the night she survived | |
As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
They all yelled patriotic, | |
In a confused rhetoric, | |
And they sung for her to go home. | |
But I am just like you, | |
I was born and raised amongst you, | |
So not matter what you put me through, | |
Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
Da da da da da | |
Da da da da | |
Da da da da |