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We wrote a prelude to our own fairytale. 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 racetrack 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 to touch the tree tops over town. I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down. la la la la la la la la la la la la Songtexte 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 to touch the tree tops 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 to touch the tree tops over town. I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down. (Thanks to Gage Hanna for these lyrics and to wasi1892 for these corrections) Aus Songtexte Mania