Red Balloon from Sleeping, Snarling by Handshake

In the breath of a dark dream
I swallowed a seed
I was married but I wasn't ready
'Cause your finger chills were still on my skin

Your ego is a red balloon
And I am a pin
Like a cancer, I'm dying to get into

Your soft red veneer
But your body is stuck in the trees

With your helium brain
Ponder your existence
Your string is worn
String of consciousness
The birds pick at your skin

Your ego is a red balloon
And I am a pin
Like a cancer, I'm dying to get into

Your soft, red veneer
But your body is stuck in the trees

In your soft red veneer
But your body is stuck in the trees

You never take your inner child out anymore
But when you do
You think "sorry"

Your ego is a red balloon
And I am a pin
Like a cancer, I'm dying to get in.

• Art Rock
• Indie
• Rock
• San Francisco