Old Balloons

I wanna sail across the sea On a carbon factory With people just like me I wanna fly across the sun Watching all the Friends re-runs With Acapulco rum Until I fall asleep I don't know how, but I've got to get there soon Holding onto me, holding onto you Like a child clinging onto old balloons I'm holding onto me, I'm holding onto you (doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo) (doo-doo-doo-doo doo-doo) (doo-doo-doo doo-doo-doo) Throwing bags on budget planes In the California waves Are English boys like us If you can stomach sycophants Then the floor is yours to dance In the temporary love Until you fall asleep I don't know how, but I've got to get there soon Holding onto me, holding onto you Like a child clinging onto old balloons I'm holding onto me, I'm holding onto you All the kaleidoscopes Of green and red and blue and gold They make me alive I thought I wanted more But I'm just happy being yours Oh I, I, I- I don't know how, but I've got to get there soon I'm holding onto me, I'm holding onto you