Waiting for the Fall

It's easy to reach sub zero
Because I am so conveniently low
It's easy to gravitate downward
One of these days it's the only way to go

Come on now pick your poison
Come on and pain a picture
Create and then destroy
The memories of grand conjecture

Waiting for the night to take us home
Because we have no business in the sun
Waiting for the fall to take us down
Because we have no summer of our own

Waiting for the night

I seem to be heading this way
Because I guess it's lacking in friction
I keep accelerating
Despite never really having any direction

I'm prone to catastrophic
Results and inner workings
Come on and board the sinking
Ship of fools and excess thinking