The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug

We get to feel small from high up above

And after a glimpse over the top

The rest of the world becomes a gift shop



The pendulum swings for the horse like a man

Out over the rim is ice cream to him

The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug

we get to feel small but not out of place at all



We're forced to bed but we're free to dream

All us human extras, all us herded beings

And after a glimpse over the top

The rest of the world becomes a gift shop



I don't know what to believe, sometimes I even forget

And if it's a lie, terrorists made me say it

The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug

We get to feel small from high up above

From high up above