Killing Balloons کے بول

( Lyrics from a poem by Simon Armitage ) The party's over Morning has yawned A nurofen Breakfast Ashtray thoughts Head on a cushen Breathe like a stone And three dead men Button their coats And they're gone And i'm on my own Hands in my sleeves Here are balloons Bags of old breath Sad little lungs Small purses of light Sharpen a knife Remember the rabbit girl who drowned All that she left an inflatable moon Remember the boy breathing her in Day after day after day after the boat went down The show's over, the house lights are up Lipstick smushed on a plastic cup Tickets dropped on the stairs and the street Three black taxis circle the square and leave And i'm on my own Hands in my sleeves Here are balloons Bags of old breath Sad little lungs Small purses of light Sharpen a knife