| I’m holding onto white balloons
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| Up against a sky of doom
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| Tell me you see them
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| Cause what’s inside of me is invisible to most
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| Even in clear view
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| I’m sending out a signal to the possibility of you
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| Cause right at this moment
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| I know you’re connected to a part of me that I don’t even know myself
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| The changes in me
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| Are likely to be like the weather
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| Stormy and clear, strength into fear, bound together
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| But I’ll break my silence
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| If I believed that you and me could ever be
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| More than just what’s been behind us
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| I tried and left, they came and went
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| I got rejected out again
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| But no one believes me
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| I’ve worn a hundred faces
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| Of the character replacements and now
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| Nobody sees me
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| The changes in me
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| Are likely to be like the weather
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| Cloudy at best…
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| Angels, lift me
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| Are you with me?
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| I’m holding onto you like
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| I’m holding onto white balloons
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| Carry me away
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| I hope that you don’t break
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| Angels, lift me
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| Are you with me?
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| I’m holding onto you like
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| I’m holding onto white balloons
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| Carry me away
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| I hope that you don’t break
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| I hope that you don’t break
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| Don’t break
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| Cause what’s inside of me is invisible to most
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| Even in clear view |