Gravity, it makes no sense to me
But it pulls me, just like you do
The higher I am, the harder into ground I will slam
It will kill me, it’ll be messy
Here I am, planted on the ground and waiting, waiting for it to pull me

If my logic isn’t sound, what’s keeping our feet on the ground?
An equation, or special occasion
Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be up in the clouds
But I’d worry, about coming down
Here we are, feeling worlds apart, yet sharing, the pull of gravity

Is it wrong, is it wrong, to be pulled along, by a song

By now, I should have it all figured out
But you’ve pulled my outer space apart
If gravity is embrace, and time the love we chase
Well my darling, you must be a star
Here I am, a meteoric stance as I give in, into the pulls