| Song | Balloons |
| Artist | The Candle Thieves |
| Album | Balloons |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| When his last night arrived, | |
| He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
| They promised him not too much pain, | |
| He begged for them to change, | |
| But the judge declared he couldn’t be saved. | |
| He had no other family | |
| So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
| As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
| Don’t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| There were balloons in they sky | |
| When he took his own life, | |
| There was love but at school | |
| It was unaccepted. | |
| For the one he longed to kiss | |
| He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
| Led him home to finally end it. | |
| And as he lay asleep that night | |
| They told him there’s no | |
| Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
| If there was, I would say it, | |
| Rewind, then replay it | |
| For you, my only. | |
| The note to his mother read, | |
| “I’m so sorry.” | |
| Don’t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Flying it up | |
| Through the trees, | |
| Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
| Something, something seemed to fit. | |
| A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
| Took off his shoes, | |
| And jumped. | |
| And jumped. | |
| One two three four | |
| Two two three four | |
| Three two three four | |
| Stuff two three | |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| On the night she survived | |
| As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
| They all yelled patriotic, | |
| In a confused rhetoric, | |
| And they sung for her to go home. | |
| But I am just like you, | |
| I was born and raised amongst you, | |
| So not matter what you put me through, | |
| Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| When his last night arrived, | |
| He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
| They promised him not too much pain, | |
| He begged for them to change, | |
| But the judge declared he couldn' t be saved. | |
| He had no other family | |
| So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
| As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
| Don' t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| There were balloons in they sky | |
| When he took his own life, | |
| There was love but at school | |
| It was unaccepted. | |
| For the one he longed to kiss | |
| He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
| Led him home to finally end it. | |
| And as he lay asleep that night | |
| They told him there' s no | |
| Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
| If there was, I would say it, | |
| Rewind, then replay it | |
| For you, my only. | |
| The note to his mother read, | |
| " I' m so sorry." | |
| Don' t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Flying it up | |
| Through the trees, | |
| Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
| Something, something seemed to fit. | |
| A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
| Took off his shoes, | |
| And jumped. | |
| And jumped. | |
| One two three four | |
| Two two three four | |
| Three two three four | |
| Stuff two three | |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| On the night she survived | |
| As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
| They all yelled patriotic, | |
| In a confused rhetoric, | |
| And they sung for her to go home. | |
| But I am just like you, | |
| I was born and raised amongst you, | |
| So not matter what you put me through, | |
| Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| When his last night arrived, | |
| He was led to the chaplain of his crime. | |
| They promised him not too much pain, | |
| He begged for them to change, | |
| But the judge declared he couldn' t be saved. | |
| He had no other family | |
| So his legacy would be a space with a number | |
| As sodium cyanide filled the chamber. | |
| Don' t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| There were balloons in they sky | |
| When he took his own life, | |
| There was love but at school | |
| It was unaccepted. | |
| For the one he longed to kiss | |
| He cried tears as the fists beat him down, | |
| Led him home to finally end it. | |
| And as he lay asleep that night | |
| They told him there' s no | |
| Bigger word than love I can think of. | |
| If there was, I would say it, | |
| Rewind, then replay it | |
| For you, my only. | |
| The note to his mother read, | |
| " I' m so sorry." | |
| Don' t let go | |
| Of your balloon. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Flying it up | |
| Through the trees, | |
| Brushing it up against the leaves, | |
| Something, something seemed to fit. | |
| A hundred thousand red balloons he untied, | |
| Took off his shoes, | |
| And jumped. | |
| And jumped. | |
| One two three four | |
| Two two three four | |
| Three two three four | |
| Stuff two three | |
| There were balloons in the sky | |
| On the night she survived | |
| As the groups marched through her hometown. | |
| They all yelled patriotic, | |
| In a confused rhetoric, | |
| And they sung for her to go home. | |
| But I am just like you, | |
| I was born and raised amongst you, | |
| So not matter what you put me through, | |
| Your love is hate but my love stays true. | |
| Da da da da da | |
| Da da da da | |
| Da da da da |