Вершы: Kris Delmhorst. Gravity.
Gravity don't work on me
The ground don't pull me down
I can jump any thing I come to
I do not need to come down
Driving back from your house
It's first gear all the way home
Got my window wide, wide open
I can feel the snow
Could get so stuck on you
But I think I won't
Could sink into this
I would rather just float
So I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch in your throat
See the pretty rainbows in the oil slicks on the highway
Hear the lovely music of the sirens passing by
I could love every single person in this truck stop
I would not even have to try
I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch
And I throw it all away
Live on ice and wine
Made of skin and appetite
I do not want to call you mine
Don't want to call you mine
I do not want to call you mine
So maybe last month's paycheck is just a jingle in my pocket
Maybe last night's love is all a pack of lies
Maybe last year's questions really still don't have no answers
But I still look down when I want to see the sky
So I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch in your throat
Gravity don't work on me
Gravity don't work on me
Your gravity, it won't work on me
Gravity don't work on me
The ground don't pull me down
I can jump any thing I come to
I do not need to come down
Driving back from your house
It's first gear all the way home
Got my window wide, wide open
I can feel the snow
Could get so stuck on you
But I think I won't
Could sink into this
I would rather just float
So I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch in your throat
See the pretty rainbows in the oil slicks on the highway
Hear the lovely music of the sirens passing by
I could love every single person in this truck stop
I would not even have to try
I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch
And I throw it all away
Live on ice and wine
Made of skin and appetite
I do not want to call you mine
Don't want to call you mine
I do not want to call you mine
So maybe last month's paycheck is just a jingle in my pocket
Maybe last night's love is all a pack of lies
Maybe last year's questions really still don't have no answers
But I still look down when I want to see the sky
So I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little catch in your throat
Gravity don't work on me
Gravity don't work on me
Your gravity, it won't work on me
Gravity don't work on me