無重力 SINKER

Like the amber colored droplets that fall in such beautiful shapes
Within a bittersweet kind of memory, made in an instant of a perfect vacuum
In the absence of other gravity, if it is only yours I can feel, that’s all I’d ever need.
The paradox of a satellite brings us both together
Not even the deterioration of air pressure matters;
As long as you stop it just instants before we’re destroyed
I’ll swallow any doubt you may have.
It’s like we’re chasing after sinking organic matter
In this gravity free abyss, if only you would smile as you left the ground, that’s all I’d ever want.
The disruption of paradigm tears us apart
Emotions we hold universal don’t matter at all;
If in that feeling of separation you tell me
I’ll embrace you, and all of your thoughts.
The paradox of a satellite brings us both together
Not even the deterioration of air pressure matters;
As long as you stop it just instants before we’re destroyed
I’ll swallow any doubt you may have.