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