Helium Lyrics

Don't call it
Defeatist
I don't want it
I need it
I'll cog in
Machine it

So long as
That feeds it
Too fogged up
To see it
Too absent
To leave it

But I'm patiently waiting for
My windfall to come
I'm patiently waiting for
My savior to come
Impatiently waiting for
A savior to come

There's perfect symmetry and shapes
Inside my heart
And I will take them to my grave
Win or lose; it's not up to me

I put my feet up in the air
Will you hold them still for me
Notice how the tables and the chairs
Tend to float

But I'm patiently waiting for
Rainfall to come
I'm patiently waiting for
Savior to come
Impatiently waiting for
Savior to come