Priest With Balloons Songtext
von Tiny Ruins

Not regular party size
Waves crash on either side
He′s wearing polypropylene
Clutching at straws, holding on to string
What was he looking for
Truth or was it heaven?
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak?

He's put his helmet on
Steps out
Floats on
Into the sky
Goodbye
It′s funny but I can understand why


I want to live
Where the traffic controllers are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined in numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

While some were meant for sea
In tugboats around the shore's knee
Milling with the sand
And always coming back to land
For others up above
Is all they care to think of
Up there with the birds
In clouds and words don't follow

There are times when I sit down to tea
Some well meaning companion will ask me
"How′s it going with everything?"
"Quite nicely"

But I want to live
Where the traffic controllers are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined in numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

Nobody feels like taking the commons


Though time has soldiered on
I still think upon him
Waging with the sky
He′s crying goodbye
What was he looking for
Truth or was it heaven?
Or did he just want to go out with a bang