Old Balloons Admiral Fallow Throw them down your throat. [C]Many rivers to cross. [C]Laugh under granite-grey skies, As if i[G]t's their loss.[F][C] [C]Slip on your floor; [C]bound aftermath. [C]That which has stolen your years. Son, don't become [G]one more shadow.[F] Don't drop your [C]anchor here. [C]Broken down liver and withered frame. [C]Lungs wrinkled like old balloons. [C]Dampen your spirits by sunrise And swear [G]at the moon. [C]'Cause sometimes [F]it's like trying to breathe throu (guitaretab.com)