Blue sky, no clouds
Laughter, so loud
Mother, so proud
Summer outside
The whole world is mine
Sailing, cloud nine
The gravity that pulls our young skin down
The paper holds our pockets to the ground
We learn that all our voices have no sound
But that’s life
White sky and smoke
The TV's on low
Father is home
Fire, it glows
And no room for woes
I'm loved, I know
The gravity that pulls our young skin down
The paper holds our pockets to the ground
We learn that all our voices have no sound
But that’s life
That's life
Fall asleep on my shoulder
I'll hold you for a little bit of time
Fall asleep on my shoulder
I'll hold you for a little bit of time
I'll hold you for a little bit of time
The gravity that pulls our young skin down
The paper holds our pockets to the ground
And we learn that all our voices have no sound
Oh, but that’s life
That's life