We wrote a prelude to our own fairy tale And bought a parachute at a church rubbish 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 racetrack 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 I'll be out of my mind and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon So let's spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops of our town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down We drank the Great Lakes like cold lemonade And both got stomachaches sprawled out in the shade So bored to death you held your breath and I tried not to yawn You made my brown turn upside down and now my worries are gone I'll be out of my mind and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon So let's spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops of our town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down I'll be out of my mind and you'll be out of ideas pretty soon So let's spend the afternoon in a cold hot air balloon Leave your jacket behind, lean out and touch the treetops of our town I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down I can't wait to kiss the ground wherever we touch back down