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