I think we've all known that there is an invisible hand always pushing us back, always pushing us down. I wrote the hook for this song (its not much of a hook) riding my bike over the Manhattan Bridge one night. It felt like an anthem for my life at the time.
From the first day I swelled my lungs I breathed deep gravity's song
"You may toil, you may strive, you will succumb to my might"
The keys notches shaved to the bone; collision course with the ocean's floor
The heaviest hand's consequence: combusting chains 'til free at last
I hear the years casting their doubts
A chorus of one: "Boy you'll drown"
But one of these days...
I'm gonna soar
To the top
From just a spark to flaming tongues
Lapping every inch of the gates of hell
No longer accustomed to my head bowed
No longer scuffing my feet on the ground
Don't you think I'll never let go
Forsaking all I known
To the cliffs we go
Forsaking all we know