Held Up

Nothing is held up on it's own
Oh, nothing is held up on it's own

Cities are sinking into whirlpools,
Spining like planets in the sky,
Lightning crashes below your feet,
To grab hold like a kite that flies,
Scorched away our firm ground gravity,
Tattered cloths waving in the breeze,
Lying on the land that we'd claimed,
While balancing on spider web trapeeze

Nothing is held up on it's own
Oh, nothing is held up on it's own

Like moths circling around the flame,
We destoryed all creation in God's name,
When flies circle earth like asteroids,
They will die in the jar all the same,
Were free to loose hold of the glass,
Shattered like the ocean on the floor,
The illusion that twinkling stars,
Are grains of sand on stable shores

Nothing is held up on it's own
Oh, nothing is held up on it's own

Hang on to all that still remains,