Haven't been awake since I left Holland
Life is but a dream so I keep rowing canals
It's deceiving how the houses are built
You'd never know how much space they can fill

It's hard to end
I am crude and sweet in bed
I am gentle in a dress
I have a beating in my breast
It's hard to end
It's hard to end
It's hard to end
It's hard

The world is pretty when I'm up high
All the ugly things look nice drifting by
The world is easy when I get high
I play those jukebox songs and wait to die

The street musicians played in time with each other
Up through the window frame where we both discover canals
The scent of pastry carts hangs in the air
The children throw their coins into the rivière
A kiss can taste so sweet like apples and wine
And disappear as quick
A girl from another time

Balloons, balloons
They are always rising up
I am never quite enough
Sinking down to earth
It's tough
To get back up
To get back up
To get back up
It's tough

The world is pretty when I'm up high
All the ugly things look nice drifting by
The world is easy when I get high
I play those jukebox songs and wait to die
I wait to die