Gift Shop

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 gift shop 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