The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug  We get to feel small from high up above  And after a glimpse over the top  The rest of the world becomes a gift shop    The pendulum swings for the horse like a man  Out over the rim is ice cream to him  The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug  we get to feel small but not out of place at all    We're forced to bed but we're free to dream  All us human extras, all us herded beings  And after a glimpse over the top  The rest of the world becomes a gift shop    I don't know what to believe, sometimes I even forget  And if it's a lie, terrorists made me say it  The beautiful lull, the dangerous tug  We get to feel small from high up above  From high up above