"Ninety nine dreams I have had In every one a red balloon It’s all over and I’m standing pretty In this dust that was a city If could find a souvenir Just the prove the world was here And here is a red balloon I think of you and let it go”
Stay up too late and it hurts to breathe…said, “It’s four a.m, girl, go back to sleep”. Sometimes at night I can hear her dreams, come rescue me, come rescue me. Don’t you ever leave, don’t you ever leave. I know we got our problems and it’s probably me, so hold onto me…hold onto me.