Heirs to the Wild - Laws of Gravity Lyrics

The fields he left behind were like a study of Claude Monet
A rooftop of leaves, colorful dots silently swaying in the autumn breeze
He couldn't make the connection, I'll tell you why
Reality to him used to feel like a dream in pastel
He refused to believe and instead went to sleep
He should wake up and open his eyelids

A dream in a dream, in the end it seemed to him that the dream was real
A black hole of all that he desired
The greener grass on the other side, the brighter light of days

On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly
On the fields she gave him wings so that he could fly

He could fly
He could fly
He could fly
He could fly

He could have known the laws of gravity
Now back on earth, he said his clock was running slower because
He was too fast, trying to catch up with the speed of light

He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream
He feels like waking up from a dream inside a dream

But one was real
But one was real
But one was real
But one was real

Now all dreams being shattered
It is time to reconnect the pieces that are spilled on the firm earth below my feet
In a different time and space
It might be possible to create a new mosaic of shiny little dots
Reflecting the sun in different ways

I should write down the story to make it real
Because inside the white, there is a time capsule where our story can hide
Transformed into blue, there is no telling whose dreams were true
But after all they were

I should write you a letter and post it