Helium Balloons

We wash our filthy hands
Under waves of pain subsiding
A river rough with gold
Is never worth more finding
A river rift between us
Won't ever be dividing

It should be true
We never fall in love
Instead we rise above
It should be true
We're all helium balloons
If no one grabs us ahold
We'll continue to rise and explode

I put down my rotten crutch
Just to see who's left beside me
Crawling with broken ankles
As a result of my plighting
Crawling with a full set of wings
But soon I will be flying

You won't find miracles in mirrors
Bitten lips from facing fears
Twisted myth gave birth to dreams
It should be true by now it seems