if i were flying in a hot-air balloon.

[missicality]

it would be painted with the colours of rainbow
and i would wear a white summer dress
let my hair down, i would hop on barefooted
with a basket of strawberries

i would look down, a smile on my face
i'd wave to the shrinking people down below
and shout to them 'adieu!'
and say hi to the sky so blue

i would sing my heart out
outsinging the birds
until i'm above cloud nine
and i would see the world from a different view

if i were flying
in a hot-air balloon
up and away from the ground
i would only take you