Gravity Rides Everything

When we die, some sink and some lay

It all will fall, fall right into place
Everything will fall right into place
It pulls all on down my sore feet
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
But at least, I don't see you float away
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now
No one really cared for it at all
In the motions and the things that you say

I wanna go back to sleep
What's that writing on your shelf
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Not the gravity plan
It isn't anything at all

In the bathrooms and the bad motels?
Early, early in the morning