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