Careful the Balloons Don't Slip Through Your Fingers
While I'm awake I'll reiterate this dream,
It starts with a boy, with a good head on his shoulders.
He liked to think big, so he always kept pretending,
That there was something better for him.
What would you've done, if I'd given up,
And released the bouquet from my hands?
They'd slip away and be carried with the breeze.
Just watch how those red balloons ascend.
But I'm not ready to float away, alone,
And maybe I wonder where the winds will blow?
They blow on and on and on.
Then the boy, looked to the sky,
And counted all his losses on his hands.
What have I done?
I've given up,
I let all the things that mattered, disappear.
I'm such a fool,
I should have known,
The potential that I held within my grip.
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Careful the Balloons Don't Slip Through Your Fingers
While I'm awake I'll reiterate this dream,
It starts with a boy, with a good head on his shoulders.
He liked to think big, so he always kept pretending,
That there was something better for him.
What would you've done, if I'd given up,
And released the bouquet from my hands?
They'd slip away and be carried with the breeze.
Just watch how those red balloons ascend.
But I'm not ready to float away, alone,
And maybe I wonder where the winds will blow?
They blow on and on and on.
Then the boy, looked to the sky,
And counted all his losses on his hands.
What have I done?
I've given up,
I let all the things that mattered, disappear.
I'm such a fool,
I should have known,
The potential that I held within my grip.
While I'm awake I'll reiterate this dream,
It starts with a boy, with a good head on his shoulders.
He liked to think big, so he always kept pretending,
That there was something better for him.
What would you've done, if I'd given up,
And released the bouquet from my hands?
They'd slip away and be carried with the breeze.
Just watch how those red balloons ascend.
But I'm not ready to float away, alone,
And maybe I wonder where the winds will blow?
They blow on and on and on.
Then the boy, looked to the sky,
And counted all his losses on his hands.
What have I done?
I've given up,
I let all the things that mattered, disappear.
I'm such a fool,
I should have known,
The potential that I held within my grip.
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm