There's something that I ought to have said
The signs that I ought to have read
A spirit in the heart of a man in the darkness that sees
And there's so many colors that gleam
In light of all that's been seen
A new understanding, reason come on in our dream
With your sights set to the sky and time will come soon
Floating up high in your three-stripe balloon
Don't worry about me, I'll be on my way to the moon
Just keep yourself high on a three-stripe balloon
The best is a vacant thought that you can afford to lose
When you're down, almost through, just through
So take my love and fly off into the wind
And I'll be on my way to the moon
There's no pressure, there's no fear
That I sense in the air when you're near
You give me the strength as a shield from the arrows and spears
I can allow the hurt to capsize
All the deepest meaning in the sight
I can allow the hurt to capsize
It's healing all the foes from the darkest episodes of our lives
With your sights set to the sky and time will come soon
Floating up high in your three-stripe balloon
Don't worry about me, I'll be on my way to the moon
Just keep yourself high on a three-stripe balloon
The best is a vacant thought that you can afford to lose
When you're down, almost through, just through
So take my love and fly off into the air
Realizing that you entrust
From a scene that's so heartless sometimes
Allows us to believe with stark memory
Reminds us we're not to be
And there's always something to say
Expansion of the way we perceive
As was the Greek
And since shall be indeed
We got sights up to the sky
Your sign will come soon
Floating up high
On your free strike balloon
Don't you worry about me
I'll be on my way to the moon
Just keep yourself high
On my free strike balloon
The past is a victim
Of thought
And you've got a fault to lose
Weigh it down
What's through is through
So take my love
And fly up into the wind
As much as we would care to see
Oh fool, make it
When the time comes too
For now we're flying
In the free strike balloon
Don't worry about me
I'll be on my way to the moon
And I'll fly
Just keep yourself high
On my free strike balloon
The past is a victim
Of thought
Of thought
Of thought
On you

We got sights up to the sky
why does it feel like time is still happening?
Let's do this.