hot air balloon

"we wrote a prelude
to our own fairy tale
and bought a parachute
at a church rummage sale

and with a mean sewing machine
and miles of thread
we sewed the day above l.a.
in navy and red

we wound a race track
through your mom's kitchen chairs
and fought the shadows back
down your dark basement stairs

i lit a match, then let it catch
to light up the room
and then you yelled as we beheld
an old maroon hot air balloon"

--owl city