Rosebleed White Balloons
My hands are tied,
and there's a blissfull sunny weather
My love is gone, for I'm the one
wishing you'd wake up
She's always here, she disappears
when I go near
when our mothers should be mothers
and our fathers should be fathers
this ain't happening
White ballons and everything is alright to you
screaming blues and people sleeping on their puke
Where do we go now?
Let me rest a while!
