These dry and empty eyes
Unaware of being dragged towards the future
Far from ground and still rising
But not towards the sun
Orbited by fear they are weightless
They're not trusting their senses, but what they hope for
Craving the earth's crust with a hope to stay
Oh, my gravity has saved me from lunacy
Created by this illusion no one has seen
In two thousand years and counting
As crowded as the clouds are now, they might as well fall down
When millions hit the ground
Give gravity the crown, but you can keep the thorns