Empty Your Hands
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
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
*
The way they go from using "you" in the first verse to the chorus makes me think that they are also wishing this for their child, almost like a parent's prayer, wishing that their child will grow up staying light and free as he is in his present young age.
There may be times in life where thinking and analyzing things have their place, but once every little while, we need to step back and just submit to the present moment in order to enjoy the good things that are abundant in our lives if we only made it a point to take notice. The song beautifully describes the act of letting go of balloons, releasing them to the sky through the eyes of an imaginative child, and this simple act that can even be considered as wasteful if done by accident, becomes almost like magic, and invites metaphors involving apples and rubies.
Let them go, buuuuuuddy.. |
*Edit: I forgot to mention that it strikes me that in the story the child mistakenly lets go of the balloons that he was supposed to hold, and instead of seeing this as a bad thing, these awesome adults looked at the beauty of the moment and attributed beautiful accidents to the willingness of a child to let go... and wrote a beautiful song about it.
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