Helium - Mark Eitzel

Life is short in the laughing gallery

A secret handshake gets you ice cream and a key

To a brand new car that only drives into walls

Sugarcoat their eyes

All they want

Is your silence

Breathe in helium

Throw away the key

Dissolve in the air

Never free

In the Mile High City

All that’s good is the air

A moon that follows

Any road out of there

Gunslingers and John Denver

They only make me sad

Anyway I always thought

The Wild West was a drag

Like your silence

Like your silence

Like your silence

Breathe in helium

Lost to the day

A sense of the future fades away

There’s a cotton thread all wound into a ball

Don’t try and talk, caught in mid-fall

Your eyes are firecrackers, hopeless for tomorrow

Your clothes were made for dolls

You’re clothed in sorrow like your silence

Breathe in helium

You’re lighter than air

A sense of the future that disappears