The Pull.

Drop

Floating on the glass

Floating on the glass

Verse 1

Electric sugar in the air

Fizzy

Swept under a landslide

Of blue silk and soft edges

Pre-Chorus

Starlight stinging my skin

I'm folding inward

I'm falling upward

Everything is bending now

Chorus

Drowning in your gravity

Serene in your sensuality

Losing grip on all reality

Lost in the pull

Lost in the pull

Drop

Floating on the glass

Floating on the glass

Lost in the pull

Lost in the pull

Verse 2

Velvet weight upon my lungs

Breathless

Static humming in my veins

Crystalline dreams through a prism

Pre-Chorus

Starlight stinging my skin

I'm folding inward

I'm falling upward

Everything is bending now

Chorus

Drowning in your gravity

Serene in your sensuality

Losing grip on all reality

Lost in the pull

Lost in the pull

Drop

Floating on the glass

Floating on the glass

Lost in the pull

Lost in the pull