Helen

Helen

You know me Helen

I would never slight this land of yours

But you should know, winding through these hills

I get so queasy, oh, easy on that pedal

Else we're turning back

Else we're turning back

Helen, Helen

I know you Helen

You would never want me to suffer here but listen dear

I'm not five years old

I don't want to mine for gold

I find an empty room to hold all my own rituals

My own rituals

Helen, Helen

You know me Helen

I would never say nothing negative

But I must admit

I don't love this world

Nothing could impress me now but I see your beauty Helen

See your beauty Helen

Helen