Sick Balloons - 200,000 Mi. Lyrics

Sitting outside your bedroom door
With the lights put out and feet to floor
Dancing halls to forty fifths
Wearing summer's end on your chest

I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
I would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you

Swimming wild in the sea of flakes
You're an apologist, impenetrable grace
Pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
To keep our memories sake

I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
I would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you

This is a joke
This is a toast
This is a ghost
This is a hoax

This is a hoax
This is a toast
This is a joke
This is a ghost