So many years so many dark memories
So many fears we've no put to ease
Pain makes do things you never knew you could do, is this all real? or just déjà vu?
But now the party's over, now the guests are gone. It's already past our bed time. It's already almost dawn.
Just like balloons we soar on our own, finally free from the pain of our home.
And just like balloons that no one will hold, free from the truth that no one will know.
Just little children, not all strange, untill the lights went out, and everything changed. Alone and afraid for all so long wondering what did we do wrong.
Cause now the party's over, and everyone is red. I feel sick to my stomach or am I sick in the head.
Just like balloons we soar on our own, finally free from the pain of our home. And just like balloons that no one will hold, free from the truth no one will know.
All of the pain. Far in the past. Yet echos of screams, forever will last.
Just like balloons we soar on our own, finally free from the pain of our home, and just like balloons that no one will hold, free from the truth that no one knows.
No one knows....
