Owl City - Hot Air Balloon

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