Weather Balloon Songtext
von Frankel

Are we just taking up space
And hanging low on the vine?
Dreaming up something brilliant to say
Or at least pass the time anyway
So cheers to success
We′d never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes
And here's to excess and why I suspect
We′ll float in the sky like a weather baloon Trapping thoughts in a butterfly net
And writing them down so we don't forget
It seens only fair if you can think it up
Celebrate with a paper cup
So cheers to success
We'd never expect to warm up our cold hands and toes
And here′s to excess and why I suspect
We′ll float in the sky like a weather baloon