Malory Torr - Like A Balloon

〈Verse 1〉
What if I paint myself a smile?
Do my face up like a clown
Will I never have to know how it feels to be down?

〈Chorus〉
Like a balloon
Always high
Never, ever, low
Yes, maybe I could try
Wouldn't that be swell?
Instead of living in hell, hell
Living in hell

〈Verse 2〉
He was an album cover
Floppy haired and unknown
Rode a bright green scooter
Had a charming lover of his own
Decorated his apartment with debris from the beach
Broken parts, washed up wood
Saw the beauty in each

〈Chorus〉
And like a balloon
Always high
Never, evеr, low
Yes, maybe I could try
Wouldn't that be swеll?
Instead of living in hell, hell, hell
Living in hell

South African born, South London raised singer-songwriter and producer.