Shoulders shrugged, head is heavy,
precious pride won't help me now,
no, precious pride won't help.

If I was heroic - my chance to save a son,
but maybe this is where I learn to walk on.

I'm mendering through the gloom into the cataracts
with the wish to make the silence visible.
But who am I to talk.
Born a miracle, grown to fit.
You won't make the same mistakes
and we have learned to wait.

Young and anxious, dumb and blind,
the truth is not in the books, the dare is what we find.

Stutter truths, spit them out,
Countless verses in veracity.
Shoulders straight, head is high,
precious fever will always prevail.

I will work this boy to death,
so he will grow up to be the man,
as strong, bright, proud and optimistic
as the futures grant and then...

I watch us tie up all loose ends
of casualties we made.
They now make the strongest cord
and we have learned to wait.
In the crowns of the trees,
the safest sphere to grow
out of the bones of past ideas
of what a good life was, so long ago.

Lyrics submitted by therealamon

Helicopter Youth song meanings
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