Helena, the rose, the river, the crying of the sea
The floating house house we dreamed about, I thought of it today
I wonder now we've seen outside the terror of your sleep
The world we saw, I was the one who took the meme for seeds
So rare I thought to hear the river rushing in your ears
The lonely voice we fought against and couldn't seem to please
The low down hum, the beating drum, the nature of the beast
The homeless men, our friends back then, they all just seemed to be
Bring me something I can cling to in the terror of the bend
Where the roses by the river, well they're all bitter in the end
It's not just the fear of flying that causes me to send away the letters
No one else will send
Helena, these days I'm hungry for something I can't see
Some distant flower, some witching hour just beyond my reach
A vision I could look up to, a high ridge past the trees
The simple cross, the overwatch, something to believe
Cos I just wanted something that wouldn't make us hide
These strings are just our burden, something to untie
And if someday we are stranded we can tell ourselves we tried