Tom McRae - Killing Balloons lyrics
[Tom McRae - Killing Balloons lyrics]
Nurofen breakfast ashtray thoughts
Head on a cushion brain like a stone
And three dead men button their coats
And they're gone
And I'm on my own hands in my sleeves
Here are balloons bags of old breath
Sad little lungs small purses of light
Sharpen a knife
Remember the rabbit girl who drowned
All that she left an inflatable moon
Remember the boy breathing her in
Day after day after day after
The boat went down
The show's over, the house lights are up
Lipstick smudged on a plastic cup
Tickets dropped on the stairs and the street
Three black taxis circle the square and leave
I'm on my own hands in my sleeves
Here are balloons bags of old breath
Sad little lungs small purses of light
Sharpen a knife
Strike a match sharpen a knife