Count the Headlights On The highway
Turn up the drums and have a l i l rave.

Hold me closer, tiny dancer

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    Icon: LJ/sixthmile
    Layout: tuesdaynight
    Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery
    Hot Air Balloon! credits to chelley for introducing :*
    Written on: Saturday, August 1, 2009
    Time: 10:28 AM

    We wrote a prelude
    To our own fairy tale
    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 race track
    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 and touch the treetops over town
    I can't wait
    To kiss the ground
    Wherever we touch back down

    La la la la la laaa
    La la la la la laaa

    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 and touch the treetops 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 and touch the treetops over town
    I can't wait
    To kiss the ground
    Wherever we touch back down