Before I Fall by Trevor James from United States

washed my hands clean
bad spirits and dreams
trying to find my way whole
i’ve cleaned the unseen
deep darkness in me
trying to regain control

high on the strings of a balloon
floating off like a child straight to the moon
how high should i fly before i fall, before i fall

paper thin walls
haunting voice in the halls
a rip in your blouse
glistening tears
that fall on deaf ears
in a long broken house

high on the strings of a balloon
floating off like a child straight to the moon
how high should i fly before i fall, before i fall

a colorado road
with thoughts of western gold
tracing my mind
clenching my fist
your hand on my wrist
remembering all that we sold

high on the strings of a balloon
floating off like a child straight to the moon
how high should i fly before i fall, before i fall