Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
Hanne Hukkelberg
He still held my hand in his thread
His head filled with helium
Pulled me up so i couldn't walk
But look at things from a different angle
To hang on to my balloon
And to be shown a glimpse of the truth
Made my cheek flush and my mouth smile
My chest's like a cage full of butterflies
It tickled and i laught "such a rare, rare joy"
Suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said
"I have to move further on, i'll keep on flying
Keep on showing the truth from my point of view"
I fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue
And i lost the sight, lost the moment and my view
The only truth that I knew, moments swiftly disappear