Laura Veirs - Where gravity is dead

Where gravity is dead And the airplanes fly around Above the roaming bees And the buzzing town Above the tattered flags And the rotten show posters Above the clubs and microphones Above the jealous mouths Thats where youve found yourself Riding into the sun On a raft made for one Red painted radio Towers sing you songs Not, not that somethings wrong Youve got em in your head But doesnt it get lonely Riding up there to the sun On a single raft for one Dont you wish for someone To pull you on a string Down from atmospheres Down into a clearing To kiss and box your ears?Thats where youve found yourself Riding into the sun On a raft made for one