Ane Brun

Your voice, morphine in my ear
I see you, down there- holding on to me
Balloon Ranger...
you're holding on to this thread
connecting you to me
I'm filled with laughing gas and polluted air
This silk lasso 'round my neck
It's pulling me down - down gently... gently
I'm softly exhaling
you give me release
I'm softly exhaling
you give me release
you leave me deflated
you give me release
My own private balloon ranger
You know what I need
Balloon Ranger...