it's not the rope, the rope that hangs   and it's not the soul that gravity pulls   heaven's a whore made of solid gold   her heart is a hole, she'll never be full   and that's how i know i'll always want more   it's not the rope, the rope that pulls   gravity holds your feet to the floor   my heart is a hole my heart is a whore   my heart is a hole i'll never be full   and that's how i know i'll always want more   from mountain to shore the rich and the poor   and nobody knows what they're looking for   and all in one voice we're asking for more, more!   let gravity pull, let nothing escape cause time is a force that's too strong to break   one day when we're old (as strong as we are)   and we're at deaths door (not too strong to take)   one thing that i know (time is a force)   it's gravity's pull (it's too strong to break)   when time is a door that opens no more   one thing that i know, one thing that i know   is life's not a war   and it's not the rope, the rope that pulls   gravity holds my feet to the floor   if it's not that thing that i'm looking for   my heart is a hole i'll always want more.