We wrote a prelude,
to our own fairy tale;
And found a parachute,
at a church rummage sale.
And with a mean sewing machine,
and miles of thread,
We sewed the "The Day Above LA"
in navy and red.
We wound a racetrack,
through your moms kitchen chairs,
And fought the shadows back,
down your dark basement stairs.
I lit a match then let it catch,
to light up the room,
Then you yelled as we beheld,
an old maroon hot air balloon.
Lyrics by: Adam Young (Owl City)
-Max
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