Oh my little black balloon,
Why don’t you cry?
Why does the water
fall down your side?
Why do you fly?
When you’re just another black balloon?
Just another sad song,
another love song,
another bad song.
Why do you insist on flying,
when you’re just another black balloon?
Don’t you wish that you were down here?
Measured, metered, bound here?
Not just another sound here?
So why do you insist on flying,
when you’re just another black balloon?
You’re not supposed to be so high.
You should be broken, dead inside.
Come down. Come down.
You living, lying, flying black balloon.
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Do you seek to mystify?
The air’s too clear, the sun too bright.
There’s nothing hidden way up there.
Just a stubborn black balloon,
like all the other black balloons.
Do you seek to kiss the moon,
or fly into the sun?
Do something different little one?
You’re just another black balloon.
Do you wish to see the world?
It’s been seen a thousand times.
There’s nothing new for you to find?
We’ve seen it all, and we see you,
just another one of ninety-nine.
Another shade, it’s all the same.
You’re one of us so feel ashamed.
Come down. Come down.
We understand.
We’re the only ones who possibly can.
You can’t change a world,
with just your words.
You won’t be heard.
We’re all the same.
Our darkened hearts seek bluer skies,
and we all fear the fall, we do.
You’re nothing special.
Just another black balloon.
Life is pain. Life is fear.
So give in dear,
and come down here,
where we fight with bloody spears.
Cry out loud, and scream and yell.
We’re so much deeper here in hell.
Don’t pretend you’re fine up there,
there’s no such thing as fine down here.
We’re all sure we’ve been abused,
and we’ve nothing left to lose.
So what have you got in your head,
that’s keeping you up there instead?
We’re all on fire, lined with scars.
We’re something special.
We’re admired,
so who are you to stay so strong?
Just another black balloon.