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 giftshop



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 giftshop



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