Kepler

There must be something wrong with gravity (gravity, gravity)

’cause everything is in the air

There’s just one apple hanging in the tree (in the tree, in the tree)

If I were up there we could be a pair

I’m falling for you, at the greatest rate that I can:

Negative nine point eight meters per second (per second)

There must be something wrong with entropy (entropy, entropy)

’cause everything’s in good repair

There’s nitrogen in the troposphere (troposphere, troposphere)

If I were up there we could be a pair

I’m falling for you, at the greatest rate that I can:

Negative nine point eight meters per second (per second)

Per second, per second, per second…

Kepler left a world bereft, Harmonices Mundi

We must observe the laws of conservation of energy

That way you know that no matter how it goes, well

You can’t get rid of me

There’s nothing wrong with geometry (---ometry, geometry)

There’s harmony in every square