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Hot Air Balloon
Owl City

We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale
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 roamed 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 and touch the tree tops over town
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down

We drank the great lakes like cold lemonade
and both got stomach aches, sprawled out in the shade
swore 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 and 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 and touch the tree tops over town
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down