[Verse 1] 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 sowed the day above LA in navy and red we wound a race track, through your moms 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 beyelled an old maroon hot air balloon
[Chorus] 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 treetops over town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down
[Verse 2] 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
[Chorus] I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon so lets spend, the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down
[Chorus] I'll be out of my mind, and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon so lets spend, the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops over town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down
Compositor: Adam R Young ECAD: Obra #22616645 Fonograma #1977114