it's not the rope, the rope that hangs
and it's not the soul that gravity pulls
heaven's a whore made of solid gold
her heart is a hole, she'll never be full
and that's how i know i'll always want more
it's not the rope, the rope that pulls
gravity holds your feet to the floor
my heart is a hole my heart is a whore
my heart is a hole i'll never be full
and that's how i know i'll always want more
from mountain to shore the rich and the poor
and nobody knows what they're looking for
and all in one voice we're asking for more, more!
let gravity pull, let nothing escape cause time is a force that's too strong to break
one day when we're old (as strong as we are)
and we're at deaths door (not too strong to take)
one thing that i know (time is a force)
it's gravity's pull (it's too strong to break)
when time is a door that opens no more
one thing that i know, one thing that i know
is life's not a war
and it's not the rope, the rope that pulls
gravity holds my feet to the floor
if it's not that thing that i'm looking for
my heart is a hole i'll always want more.