Where Gravity Is Dead - Shamir

Where gravity is dead

And the airplanes fly around

Above the roaming bees

And the buzzing towns

Above the tattered flags

And the rotten show posters

Above the clubs and microphones

Above the jealous mouths

That is where you’ve found yourself

Riding into the sun

On a raft made for one

Red painted radios

Towers sing you songs

Not, not that something’s wrong

You’ve got 'em in your head

But doesn’t it get lonely

Riding up there to the sun

On a single raft for one

Don’t you wish for someone

To pull you on a string

Down from atmospheres

Down into a clearing

To kiss and box your ears?

That’s where you’ve found yourself

Riding into the sun

On a raft made for one