Lyrics:

the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small from high up above and after a glimpse over the top the rest of the world becomes a gift shop the pendulum swings for the horse like a man out over the rim is ice cream to him the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small but not out of place at all we're forced to bed but we're free to dream all us human extras, all us herded beings and after a glimpse over the top the rest of the world becomes a giftshop i don't know what to believe sometimes i even forget and if it's a lie, terrorists made me say it the beautiful lull, the dangerous tug we get to feel small from high up above from high up above