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