So here we are in this endless snow globe
Round and round we are shaken stared at like an alien probe
My surroundings are opaque and my trajectory hard to find
They said its a 3% chance that i'm going to make it
And that’s little bit less than I had in my mind
But I think I can take it
Because eventually the snow settles and there is no sound
Oh giant human set me free
Let me tumble to the ground
