There's a feeling I've been misplaced
But my soul is safely riding three balloons.
Here's a shelter of the magic kind
Where falseness is a passion you won't find.
I'm breathing fog but I don't mind
My body has no sense of time.
I'm hearing sounds I can't explain
All I can do is fly away.
Can a vision fall short of dreams
There's a downy angel crouching at my feet.
Illusions fill my sleeping head and
Dreams fade like a runway strip on fire.
My eyes betray my mind rewinds
I feel myself go back in time.
(???) dream I wanna stay
All I can do is fly away.
Angels never show you trapdoors
But they don't lie.
Angels never show you trapdoors
Until illusions die away.
A Sunday smile falls from my face
I can't persuade in worlds I cannot stay.
Gracious blood flows through my veins
But my soul would favor riding three balloons.
A fearless space of touch and time
Where everything is genuine.
My fingers grasp but I can't stay
All I can do is fly away...

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