Gravity - Embassy

Born into confusion.
Where infant eyes deceive.
I reach to my reflection.
But is it really me.

R: I can´t see the wind blow.
But I can feel the breeze.
It´s coming through my window.
It´s moving all around me.
And I can´t see the hand no.
That pulls me to my knees.
But when I meet my shadow.
I see gravity.

Theres comfortable illusion.
To hide reality.
And shame for those who believe.
In things they cannot see.

I can´t see the wind blow.
But I can feel the breeze.
It´s coming through my window.
It´s moving all around me.
And I cant see the hand no.
That pulls me to my knees.
But when I meet my shadow
I see gravity.

I can´t see the wind blow.
But I can feel the breeze.
It´s coming through my window.
It´s moving all around me.
And I can´t see the Hand no.
That pulls me to my knees.
But when I meet my shadow.
I see gravity.

Theres comfortable illusion.
To hide reality.
And shame for those who believe.
In things they cannot see.

Born into confusion.
Where infant eyes deceive.
I reach to my reflection.
But is it really me.