White Balloons (Unplugged)

I'm holding on to white balloons, up against a sky of doom.
Tell me you see them.
'Cause what's inside of me is invisible to most,
Even in clear view.
I'm sending out a signal to the possibility of you,
'Cause right at this moment,
I know you are connected to a part of me,
That I don't even know myself.

The changes in me are likely to be like the weather.
Stormy and clear, strength into fear bound together,
But I'll break my silence,
If I believe that you and me could ever be more than just,
What's been behind us.

I tried and left, they came and went,
I got rejected out again,
But no one believes me.
I've worn a hundred faces,
Of the character replacements and now,
Nobody sees me.
The changes in me are likely to be like the weather.
Cloudy at best.

Angels, lift me,
Are you, with me,
I'm holding on to you like I'm holding on to white balloons.
Carry me away. I hope that you don't break.

Angels, lift me,
Are you, with me,
I'm holding on to you like I'm holding on to white balloons.
Carry me away. I hope that you don't break.

I hope that you don't break, yeah. Don't break.

'Cause what's inside of me is invisible to most.
Even in clear view.