Black Balloons Songtext
von The Rare Occasions
Black Balloons Songtext
Dara awakes like some kind of snake
She slithers across the afternoon
Mind in a twist, she notices her wrist
Tied to a string of black balloons, that′s right
Tragedy, it's not what it seems
Late at night we walk through our dreams
Down on the pavement, Dara displays
Her brand new balloons to lookers-on
They shake their heads, "She′s at it again"
She isn't impressing anyone
No one
No one
Tragedy, it's not what it seems
Late at night we walk through our dreams
Quantifying some other way
Just to find it′s all the same
It′s all the same
It's all the same
She slithers across the afternoon
Mind in a twist, she notices her wrist
Tied to a string of black balloons, that′s right
Tragedy, it's not what it seems
Late at night we walk through our dreams
Down on the pavement, Dara displays
Her brand new balloons to lookers-on
They shake their heads, "She′s at it again"
She isn't impressing anyone
No one
No one
Tragedy, it's not what it seems
Late at night we walk through our dreams
Quantifying some other way
Just to find it′s all the same
It′s all the same
It's all the same
Writer(s): Brian Mclaughlin, Jeremy Cohen, Luke Imbusch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
