Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion, in your head
The law of gravity
What it says to me
I cannot leave the ground
At least not for too long
And if I was in space
All time would be replaced
By thinking of your face
And how I love it
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion, in your head
The law of gravity
Does funny things to me
It pulls me to the ground
And keeps me on my toes
And if I was tree
And you were planted next to me
With roots deep in the ground
We'd reach up for it
When are they coming over?
When are they coming over?
When are they coming over?
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion
Freedom is an illusion, in your head
The law of gravity
What does it think of me?
Just one more novelty
In its collection
We tell ourselves we're free
But the earth does not agree
As I don't even mind
Can't live without it
When are they coming over?
When are they coming over?
When are they coming over?