Trampoline

Gravity, gravity is pulling me
It’s why we get, why we get so lonely
Falling down, falling down the subway
I’m holding you, holding me, the trampoline
Gravity is pulling me
It’s why you get, why you get so close to me
Paint it gold my, my silver soul
The television screaming at the radio
Oh my God, the chemicals
The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
The television screaming at the radio
Follow me, follow me my sixteen
Follow me, follow me, my everything
You’re falling from, falling from the hard ropes
You can hope and you can jump on your trampoline
Paint it gold my, my silver soul
The television screaming at the radio
Oh my God, the chemicals
The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
The television screaming at the radio
And I can’t breathe too
You are part of thing to me
This plastic bag it flew
Out of love with you
And I can’t breathe
You are part of thing to me
This paper house it grew
Out of love with you
I’m out of love with you
Paint it gold my, my silver soul
So the television screaming at the radio
Oh my God, the chemicals
The television screaming at the radio (radio-o-o)
Screaming at the radio
The television screaming at the radio!