I was on the other side,
Trying to sort myself out.
You were always getting high,
Running away from your self-doubt.
Did you think that things would be different,
Or stay the same?
Did you think that things would be different,
Or stay the same?
Maybe it'll happen someday.
Maybe it'll happen soon.
All the sun will take away the grey,
And you'll float away like a little red balloon.
I was on the other side,
Trying to sort myself out.
You were always getting high,
Running away from your self-doubt.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.
Maybe it'll happen someday.
Maybe it'll happen soon.
All the sun will take away the grey,
And you'll float away like a little red balloon.
Maybe it'll happen someday.
Maybe it'll happen soon.
All the sun will take away the grey,
And you'll float away like a little red balloon.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.
Everyone knows that it's not your fault.
Everyone knows but you.