Sounds Like Balloons - Live From Glasgow - Biffy Clyro

Ancient Rome

We built that fucker stone by stone

Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

But we stayed strong and carried on

Come on in

Do you want to touch my bulbous head?

With features wrapped and stretched to death

A tiny nose is all that's left

This is not

For your entertainment

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on

The basement's gone

It seems they've dug up all our land

The world was lowered man by man

Let's move the sky and not join hands

Ancient Rome

We built that fucker stone by stone

Our fingers bled, our feet were worn

But we stayed strong and carried on

This is not

For your entertainment

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on

Life still sounds like balloons

You chew and you chew and chew

Your teeth crumble to the floor

It's where they lay, it's where they lay

The past never really dies

I don't think we even try

There's no difference from

Where we wake or where we die

Balloons

Balloons

Balloons

Balloons

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

It blows on, and on, and on, and on

The land at the end of our toes

Goes on, and on, and on, and on

The sand at the core of our bones

Continues on