There is no place to hide
Today, tomorrow, or the afterlife
Longing for a life before
Between the red and blue

Oh, you can stand before the people
But the people don't see you
Just emptiness inside a paper cup
Don't pop the pink balloon

Till that emptiness and nothingness feels like home

No place feels safe anymore
Under the rock outside the door
Waiting to be invited in
When the circle's whole, begin again

Looking through the window
Well, violence is in store
Your happiness is hanging overhead
Don't pop the pink balloon

Well, the cup's been dry for years, don't tip it now
But you can keep on
Hangin' on to gold and on to land

You can listen to the people
But the people don't see you
Just emptiness inside the people
Don't pop the pink balloon

You can stand before the people
But the people don't see you
Just emptiness inside the people
Don't pop the pink balloon

We're holdin' on to gold and on to land

I feel the fire

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now

Dry your eyes, girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy