Well I saw you looking skyward
For a sign of heavens grace
But the light was just to brilliant
And the source to hard to trace

Everything just seems so scripted
Nothings left to choose
Crowds of people stand in line
Just to get a better view
 [bad word] One fine day,when gravitys been lifted
And heavy things stopped falling from the sky
And the shape, of history has shifted
Far from here in this moment, far from now

Youre still fighting off your memory
But you just cant find the cure
Blind man pulls you gently closer
And stares you right straight in the eye
He says dont fall back dont get too lost now
Sometimes it takes time