by tyler stenson © 2006 — ASCAP

There’s a reason we’re here, nailed to the ground;
We could be in the atmosphere
But Gravity is keeping us down.

I’m under a sky that hangs by a string.
The planets are falling down
And orbits are slowing down

But I for one believe I don’t belong in a life of looking up.
So, tie me to a bird and I’ll touch the sun
And I will not come down for anything less than Gravity.

Ah, Heaven? It’s closed just for tonight
And there are thousands of homeless angels that cannot take flight.

They drop like a stone and like solid gold.
Their feathers are crushing my bones
And this weight on my shoulders has shown me that this thing is real-
And it ruins everything

But I for one believe I don’t belong always looking up.
So, tie me to a bird and I’ll touch the sun
And I will not come down for anything less than Gravity.

Oh, I for one believe I don’t belong in a life of looking up.
So, tie me to that bird and I’ll touch that sun
And I will not come down for anything less than Gravity.

This Gravity is taking me.
Oh, my god, please believe in me;
I will not come down.