Where Gravity is Dead
Where gravity is dead
And the airplanes fly around
Above the roaming bees
And the buzzing town
Above the tattered flags
And the rotten show posters
Above the clubs and microphones
Above the jealous mouths
Thats where youve found yourself
Riding into the sun
On a raft made for one
Red painted radio
Towers sing you songs
Not, not that somethings wrong
Youve got em in your head
But doesnt it get lonely
Riding up there to the sun
On a single raft for one
Dont you wish for someone
To pull you on a string
Down from atmospheres
Down into a clearing
To kiss and box your ears
Thats where youve found yourself
Riding into the sun
On a raft made for one