You don’t know how to have me,
This matchstick girl’s dream of fire,
The circus dancing around you,
The fame that gets you higher and higher.
I don’t want you to fall beloved,
Tell the preacher I’m keeping her
Up there in the rarified air –
This wish in my hands forever.

Let go of my balloon
Our lies have made me pale
And the wind is coming soon,
For my only fairy tale
Yeah, the wind is coming soon,
For a lived in fairy tale.

You’ll fly up there, far from me,
With the paradise feather gang,
I will put my hands into the ground,
And never make a sound,
When the garden falls down around me,
The rain always filling my cup,
You were just my toast to love,
The City with kindness in its eyes,
Starting to believe in greener lies.

Let go of my balloon
Our lies have made me pale
And the wind is coming soon,
For my only fairy tale
Yeah the wind is coming soon,
In a lived for fairy tale.

I speak to you through your star,
There are dances here for you,
A butterfly’s way of listening
Though it’s not from cold kisses
That you draw your warmer breath,
But from the deal we struck –
To scribble this woman’s name,
As we tried to walk away,
In the ashes of a world insane.

Let go of my balloon
Our lies have made me pale
And the wind is coming soon,
For my only fairy tale
Yeah the wind is coming soon,
In a lived for fairy tale.