Oh gotta see gotta know right now.
What's that riding on your everything?
It isn't anything at all.
Oh gotta see gotta know right now.
What's that writing on your shelf in the bathrooms and
the bad motels
No one really cared for it at all
Not the gravity plan.
Early Early in the morning it pulls all on down my sore feet
I wanna go back to sleep.
In the motions and the things that you say.
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall/right into place
When we die some sink and some lay
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place.