Track 4 of the EP Harbour Lamps · 2016
Hot-Air Balloon, Before the Wind Wakes
by Odalys Fern
“A balloon folded on the grass like a sleeping sky, waiting for the wind to wake. The most hopeful thing on the record.”
psychedelic · pastoral psychedelia · choral pop · 3:51
Lyrics
A balloon waits on the grass Folded like a sleeping sky The burner whispers, soft and blue Dawn is only a thin grey line Rise up slow, rise up slow Before the wind wakes, let us go Rise up slow, rise up slow Stay close, I'm right here The basket creaks, the ropes let go The fields fall small and silver below Not a sound but the quiet flame And the world is a dream we float above Rise up slow, rise up slow Before the wind wakes, let us go Rise up slow, rise up slow Stay close, I'm right here Higher than the sleeping roofs Higher than the tired lights The sun is a pearl at the edge of the world And we are almost there Rise up slow, rise up slow Before the wind wakes, let us go Rise up slow, rise up slow Stay close, I'm right here Rise up slow Stay close, I'm right here