There's a feeling I've been misplaced
But my soul is safely riding three balloons
Here's a shelter of a 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
Severed dream I wanna stay
All I can do is fly away
Angels never show you trapdoors
But they don't liе
Angels never show you trapdoors
Until illusions diе 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 favour 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...