Gravity pulls you to the wrong way

How many mornings do we have?

While you sleep I read you letters from your dad

He wants to know if you'll be fine

I'm scared to tell him so, 'cause that would be a lie

Sleeping, barely breathing

like a bird you flew to the window

Sleeping, still breathing

like a bird you flew to the window

Gravity pulls you to a different direction

Tighten the grip or (you will) carry on floating away

to the sunrays

Gravity pulls you to a different direction

If you let go you will carry on floating away

to the sunrays

Wake up, wake up right now

Gravity pulls you to the wrong way

Wake up, wake up right now

Gravity pulls you to the wrong way

How was your last night in the sky?

I'm full of questions, but you prefer to fly

and see the mysteries unfold

Better to cross the line than to do what you were told

Sleeping, barely breathing

like a bird you flew to the window

Sleeping, still breathing

like a bird you flew to the window

Gravity pulls you to a different direction

Tighten the grip or (you will) carry on floating away

to the sunrays

Gravity pulls you to a different direction

If you let go you will carry on floating away

to the sunrays

Wake up, wake up right now

Gravity pulls you to the wrong way

Wake up, wake up right now

Gravity pulls you to the wrong way