Text: Owl City. Other. Hot Air Balloon.

We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale.
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 wound 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 to touch the tree tops over town.
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.

la la la la la la
la la la la la la

We drank the great lakes
like cold lemonade
And both got stomach aches
Sprawled out in the shade.
So bored 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 to 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 to touch the tree tops over town.
I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down.


(Thanks to Gage Hanna for these lyrics and to wasi1892 for these corrections)