[Intro]

Weightlessness.

Immobile —

Ready for lift-off,

Can’t even light a smoke...

Weightlessness...

[Verse 1]

Eyelids are heavy, limbs are adrift,

The ringing is fading, the sounds start to shift.

The voice sounds like a stranger’s, torn by a cry,

Hoarse in the flash of this zero-G high.

[Pre-Chorus]

Weightlessness.

Immobile —

Ready for lift-off,

Can’t even light a smoke...

Weightlessness...

[Chorus]

The bed’s a battlefield:

Pillows like bastions.

The fortress has fallen

With the very first groan.

Sweetest of moments, the trophy is taken.

The fire is raging... you’re consumed by the flame...

Consumed...

You’re entirely consumed.

[Verse 2]

Terrified to yield to the victor’s grace,

To give all you have, to allow such a space.

To braid your soul with a stranger’s own,

To learn that such wonders can finally be known.

[Chorus]

The bed’s a battlefield:

Pillows like bastions.

The fortress has fallen

With the very first groan.

Sweetest of moments, the trophy is taken.

The fire is raging... you’re consumed by the flame...

Consumed...

You’re entirely consumed.

[Outro]

The fortress has fallen...

With the very first groan...

Weightlessness....