Oh gotta see gotta know right now.

What's that riding on your everything?

It isn't anything at all.

Oh gotta see gotta know right now.

What's that writing on your shelf in the bathrooms and

the bad motels

No one really cared for it at all

Not the gravity plan.

Early Early in the morning it pulls all on down my sore feet

I wanna go back to sleep.

In the motions and the things that you say.

It all will fall, fall right into place

As fruit drops, flesh it sags

Everything will fallright into place

When we die some sink and some lay

But at least I don't see you float away

And all the spilt milk sex and weight

It all will fall, fall right into place.