In this room I can feel
The gravity holding it down
Make some room If things get real
Grab me and turn me around
In this room I can feel
The gravity holding it down
Make some room And let me heal
Grab me and turn me around
You can't shake yourself
Your repeat false starts
'Cause frosted glass ceilings are standing in the way
And it makes no, makes no sense
You become convinced
That if the clouds parted
The sky would still be grey