Just Like Fred Astaire
You and I in a little toy shop,
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there."
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street, 99 ministers me
buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.
Set them free at the break of dawn
'Til one by one, they were gone.
Back at base, bugs in the software
Flash the message, "Something's out there."
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky.
Panic bells, it's red alert.
There's something here from somewhere else.
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye.
Focusing it on the sky
As 99 red balloons go by.
99 Decision Street, 99 ministers me
Ephemeral
Still proceeding cycle we dwell:-
At the stage of decline
Grim, erotic, thespian, faint
Somnifacient reflections of life
Nocturnal paths of flesh and blood...
Asleep, drifting through depths
Of derangement restrained
Vital catharsis, writhing collapse
Deliquesced human sense...
A days as calm as dream are mad...