Gravity pulls

I'll find an open road
sleep out on the back seat
I need to see the sky
the colour of the blue sea
I could be gone a while

we have come a long way, further than our reason lies
all that still survives is stranger than we realise

I'll find an open road
sleep out on the back seat
I need to see the sky
the colour of the blue sea
I could be gone a while

gravity pulls, falling from a stolen high
I'm out of the will that I put in, nothing more to hide behind

I'll find an open road
sleep out on the back seat
I need to see the sky
the colour of the blue sea
I could be gone a while