Gravity Over Tokyo
Static on the wire,
cold floor underfoot.
We left the maps behind,
forgot where they were put. (hmmm)
But the pressure is rising. (ahhhh)
And we explode into
the light!
Everything we were,
burning bright!
Dust on the glass.
A clock ticks in the hall.
We count the seconds,
waiting for the wall to fall.
Drifting
outward... (ooh)