Blue balloons glint up in the sky,
Making us wonder why...

A simple little lie,
which mother always tried...

A questioning feeling.
The sense of the ocean around me...

Time is set into stone,
None may try to change it...

Forgiven, forgotten,
A twisted Mary Poppins...

A dreaming little forest,
Full of bright happy flowers...

A dark, dark trip.
One that would take years to form...

It was him and I for whether we shall not die,
His mother never asked her why she did not cry...

2, 1, 0, Nobody is the hero,
3, 2, 1, All done...

Darkness to the Skies,
Badness to the Lies...

The Skies were mine,
I used to fly with the birds...

Flying snow coats the town,
Everywhere some could drown...