Holding It Down (17-18) - Low Island

In this room I can feel

The gravity holding it down

The gravity holding it down

Make some room if things get real

Grab me and turn me around

Grab me and turn me around

In this room I can feel

The gravity holding it down

The gravity holding it down

Make some room and let me heal

Grab me and turn me around

Grab me and turn me around

You can’t shake yourself, your pitfall starts

'Cause frosted glass ceilings are standing in the way

And it makes no

Makes no sense, you’ve become convinced

That if the clouds parted, the sky would still be grey

The sky would still be grey

In this room I can feel

The gravity holding it down

The gravity holding it down

Make some room if things get real

Grab me and turn me around

Grab me and turn me around

In this room I can feel

The gravity holding it down

The gravity holding it down

Make some room and let me heal

Grab me and turn me around

Grab me and turn me around