I've got sleep deprivation
A nocturnalist, chasing dreams
Just the curse of it
And are, and are you fearlessness-ness?
Where is the realness?
I will dive underneath
And I will scratch underneath
There's nothing left
There's nothing left anymore
And it's disgraceful this world

All we have is gravity
All we are is gravity

So lonely, so it is
So dysfunctional
On my lips
So where did conversation go?
Swept beneath the garden soil
So where did conversation go?
I don't know

We're just air in the water
The silhouettes, they destroy us
The fake this, fake that, it's just another episode

All we have is gravity
All we are is gravity

Gravity, gravity
Gravity, gravity

Copyright: Sentric Music
Writer(s): Harry Deacon, Leo Wyndham, Matt Hodges, Rupert Turner