Flying Balloon from PETRA by Rachel Sarah Thomas

You’re smoking cigarettes
I love the smell
Your head is such a mess
I know this well
Cuz I’ve been staring blankly at the open door
I’ve been sitting around four years or more

I know you well
I know you well
I know you well
Don’t know myself
That’s why I keep questioning
every move that I make,

And I can feel the flying balloon within me as it sinks.
I can feel the flying balloon within me as it sinks.

Our love is written in
disappearing ink
I catch a glimpse of it
and then it’s gone in a blink
I blame myself for it.
It’s what I see;
living in the ruins of this dynasty.

Our love is hell
Our love is hell
Our love is hell
Our love is hell
And when I
call you in the morning
to tell you my dreams

I hear your voice and feel the flying balloon within me sink
I hear your voice and feel the flying balloon within me sink

I want you here.
Want you to call.
But when you come
Want you to go
I keep touching the button
that gives me a shock
I keep closing the door
that has no lock

I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
And when I get
to the edge
and peer over the brink

I watch the flying balloon within me as it sinks
I watch the flying balloon within me as it sinks

I want you here.
Want you to call.
Then when you come,
Want you to go.
If I seem a bit crazy,
like I’m scratching my head
I’ve been living with the spiders
and got used to it

I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall
I climb the wall

I climb the wall

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