Accept the pieces of the puzzle
Thats the first step to truth
We become what we think we are
I never thought I’d be like you
Oh but I’m like the balloons
Floating high without a clue
My mind is up in the clouds
And it aint never coming down
But my body is glued to the couch
And my eyes are looking out for you
I think I understand now
Does that make me a man now?
I still don’t want to grow up
I don’t think I’ll ever give it up
My mind is always changing
My thoughts are rearranging
I treat life like a candy bowl
I take and take till its gone
Oh but I’m like the balloons
Floating high without a clue
My mind is up in the clouds
And it aint never coming down
But my body is glued to the couch
And my eyes are looking out for you
I’m like a balloon
Floating high without a clue
My mind is in the clouds
It aint never coming down
My body is glued to the couch
My eyes are looking out for you
The regenerative beauty of the natural world is again the focus of New Mexico artist Heather Trost's shimmering home studio psychedelia. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2022