balloon

• hanne hukkelberg parçası, little things albümünden.
  
  he still held my hand in his thread
  his head filled with helium
  pulled me up so i couldn't walk
  but look at things from a different angle
  
  to hang on to my balloon
  and to be shown a glimpse of the truth
  made my cheek flush and my mouth smile
  my chest's like a cage full of butterflies
  it tickled and i laught ?such a rare, rare joy?
  
  suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said
  ?i have to move further on, i'll keep on flying
  keep on showing the truth from my point of view?
  
  i fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue
  and i lost the sight, lost the moment and my view
  the only truth that i knew, moments swiftly disappear