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 That's where you found yourself Riding into the sun On a raft made for one Red painted radio Towers sing you songs Not, not that something's wrong You've got I'm 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 found yourself Riding into the sun On a raft made for one