Kokhanockers

There is no place to hide
Today, tomorrow, or the after life
Longing for a life before between the red and blue
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
Until 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 circles whole begin again
Looking through the window
What 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 hanging 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 holding on to gold and on to land
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now "Lots of x's"
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now "Lots of x's"
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now "Lots of x's"
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now "Lots of x's"
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy now "Lots of x's"
Dry your eyes girl
No more crying
Believing that you're happy