Lyrics
My skirt is trailing in the dirt below, no one is able to steal what is in your hands Little, far as i can see
Far as i can see, my skirt is trailing in the dirt below Jenny, no one is able to steal what is in your hands
Waiting to be found, far as i can see
running fast
always how my story ends
Gently weeping, time and time again
grassy hills
grassy hills
Grassy hills, always how my story ends, always how my story ends
Feels like i m slipping from your hand, feels like i m slipping from your hand
no one is able to steal what is in your hands
Time and time again, waiting to be found
running fast
i trip and fall my face meets the ground
Little balloon goes flying in the air, i want to hold on
gently weeping
evergreen trees
through a sea of green
Time and time again, always how my story ends
I try to climb, time and time again, i trip and fall my face meets the ground
little balloon come on down from there
Time and time again, grassy hills
Evergreen trees, no one is able to steal what is in your hands &, no one is able to steal what is in your hands
No one is able to steal what is in your hands, i don t make it far
always how my story ends
Evergreen trees, branches wide, always how my story ends
Waiting to be found, little balloon come on down from there, always how my story ends
I trip and fall my face meets the ground, i follow close
Evergreen trees, feels like i m slipping from your hand
Time and time again, offering their love
I want to hold on, time and time again
little balloon come on down from there
grassy hills
I try to climb, my skirt is trailing in the dirt below
Sap in my hair, i don t make it far
i want to touch the stars
Far as i can see, raise their voices
raise their voices
Gently weeping, waiting to be found Little, no one is able to steal what is in your hands
Time and time again, i want to hold on
i try to climb
Gently weeping, feels like i m slipping from your hand
running fast
Feels like i m slipping from your hand, little balloon come on down from there
Sap in my hair, offering their love &, feels like i m slipping from your hand
little balloon goes flying in the air
Grassy hills, time and time again Jenny, running fast
Running fast, i don t make it far
offering their love