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