The hidden emotions: Balloons

As if in a pantomime I have come by the use of balloons To portray the mess i’m in I get physical and start to shout Where the sky is black and the air is thin And my voice is mainly heard within the clouds Where the sound of me against you ring the bells forever more Will my soul survive or will it crash and burn? When we’re done will i be standing with my back against the wall? Will the times of truth and solitude return?

-song by “I Got You On Tape”