16 balloons against the blue

they're red, they're red like a dream come true

Sure it was enough to give them to you

to watch you let them go, let them go



Empty your hands

of overheard conversations

Empty your hands

static from the big bang

and dinosaur radio stations

Empty your hands

genocides in foreign nations

Empty your hands and look up



His eyes are wide and beautiful,

my own feel dull and old

They can't recall some buoyancy,

they've had too much to hold, let them go



Floating past a daytime moon

transparent as a shell

Rubies in a well, sixteen apples on a tree

we never would have seen

if his fingers weren't so free



Our baby learned to run today

in circles on the grass

His joyful face it radiates

These moments go so fast, let them go