(a metaphor: humans handed a delicate habitat they don\u2019t understand how to handle)<\/p>\n
[Intro \u2013 light, playful melody with uneasy undertone]
\n(ooh\u2026 careful now\u2026)
\n(hold it gentle\u2026)<\/p>\n
[Verse 1 \u2013 whimsical but tense]
\nThey handed it over with a smile and a plan
\nA fragile little wonder in the grip of a hand
\nSaid \u201cdon\u2019t squeeze too hard, don\u2019t tug too tight\u201d
\nBut nobody read what was wrong from the sight<\/p>\n
It shimmered like a promise in the open blue
\nA perfect little world that could carry you
\nBut curiosity\u2019s louder than the warning signs
\nAnd the edges blur when you cross the lines<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus \u2013 rising suspense]
\nIt wobbles when you rush too fast
\n(It weakens when you hold it last)
\nEvery breath, every cheer, every careless move
\n(Starts changing what it\u2019s trying to prove)<\/p>\n
[Refrain \u2013 as provided]
\nGave a baboon
\nA balloon
\nBound to found out
\n(Soon!)<\/p>\n
No, it wasn’t long
\n’till things went wrong
\n(Pop!)
\n… goes the monkey
\n(Look n’ see)<\/p>\n
[Verse 2 \u2013 darker metaphor deepens]
\nThey tried to decorate it, paint it bright
\nDidn\u2019t notice it was thinning in the light
\nEvery tug for more made the surface strain
\nEvery gain came wrapped in hidden pain<\/p>\n
They built little kingdoms hanging off its side
\nNever asking if the structure could abide
\nTill the seams got tired of pretending strong
\nAnd the silence started humming going wrong<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus \u2013 tighter rhythm, anxious feel]
\nHold it steady, hold it slow
\n(But nobody wants to know)
\nHow delicate the balance is
\n(When it starts to drift and hiss)<\/p>\n
[Refrain \u2013 bigger, layered vocals]
\nGave a baboon
\nA balloon
\nBound to found out
\n(Soon!)<\/p>\n
No, it wasn’t long
\n’till things went wrong
\n(Pop!)
\n… goes the monkey
\n(Look n’ see)<\/p>\n
[Bridge \u2013 stripped, reflective, almost spoken]
\nIt wasn\u2019t meant to be a toy
\n(It wasn\u2019t built for careless joy)
\nIt was air and light and fragile grace
\n(Held too tight in too small a place)<\/p>\n
And every hand that tried to own
\n(Forgot it was never theirs alone)<\/p>\n
[Verse 3 \u2013 final escalation]
\nNow it drifts in broken pieces through the sky
\nA lesson written silently in \u201cwhy\u201d
\nEvery crack a story of what we ignore
\nEvery burst a knock on a closing door<\/p>\n
The baboon just stares at what it made
\nConfused by how quickly beauty decayed
\nBut the truth hangs floating in the aftermath
\nYou can\u2019t control what was never meant to last<\/p>\n
[Final Refrain \u2013 full, anthemic warning tone]
\nGave a baboon
\nA balloon
\nBound to found out
\n(Soon!)<\/p>\n
No, it wasn’t long
\n’till things went wrong
\n(Pop!)
\n… goes the monkey
\n(Look n’ see)<\/p>\n
Gave a world
\nSo bright, so curled
\nHeld in hands
\nThat didn\u2019t understand<\/p>\n
Pop\u2026
\nGone too soon\u2026
\nThe baboon\u2026
\nAnd the balloon\u2026<\/p>\n
[Outro \u2013 airy fade, wind-like synth]
\n(ooh\u2026)
\n(pop\u2026)
\nStop!
\n(lost in the blue\u2026)
\nSure gonna miss you
\n(Blue, blue, blue)<\/p>\n