Gravity is in play

[Floating Hook] Gravity is in play how we use it is a choice Just shifting our hips and finding our voice [Verse] The floor is messy with a history of spilled gin. You aren’t looking at me, you’re thinking of him But i'm right there and he's not here ANd all i smell is peaches and beer [Chorus] We aren't doing steps We aren't keeping time We're just swaying in motion your hands in mine (Pushing back, pulling in) [Verse] The air in here is thick and the resistance is thin But i'm still right here and your thinking of him [Verse] Nobody else is watching, the room is mostly empty or maybe I’ve just stopped registering the peripheral bodies. There is a rhythm to you There is a bass to me I keep moving. You keep moving. and we turn to see [Chorus] We aren't doing steps We aren't keeping time We're just swaying in motion your hands in mine [Floating Hook] Gravity is in play how we use it is a choice Just shifting our hips and finding our voice [Drop] [Outro] We aren't doing steps We aren't keeping time We're just swaying in motion your hands in mine