Galezard Project - No Gravity Sky

Panning right, breathe me, and panning right.
Breathe me panning right inner than panning right,
Oh don't say center line.
Meet me onion in your eye, chasing all the lies.
Gravity is gone, dancing on our own.
We don't need a map, caught inside a trap.
Time is standing still, blame it on the thrill.
Nothing left to hide.
Welcome to the ride, lose control of mind,
Leave the world behind.