Balloons in the tree
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
paper trains between the stars
with the others down here mourning
you build your 3D towns on Mars
When the moon and clouds are running
right below the aircraft line
and your cats are softly meowing
I know you're having cracking time
In the morning light
I guess we'll be alright...