Out over the rim is ice cream to him
We're forced to bed but we're free to dream
And if it's a lie, terrorists made me say it
I don't know what to believe, sometimes I even forget
We get to feel small from high up above
We get to feel small but not out of place at all
All us human extras, all us herded beings
The pendulum swings for the horse like a man
The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug
And after a glimpse over the top
The rest of the world becomes a giftshop
And after a glimpse over the top
The rest of the world becomes a giftshop
The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug