I've put on a front before But now I'm spread so thin And all my wildest dreams Are bursting at the seams So one wrong word from you Can really make the teardrops flow Some bow before they break Some break before they bow Sometimes I feel lost and lonely in my skin There's no equilibrium It's feast or famine All we need is drier land Some thirsty soil Before the oceans boil And the vapor and the salt divide ♪ People ask me "J, why do you let things get to you?" Like earwigs on a plant Like pebbles in your shoe I'm sad to see you go but I am Sure you'll be okay It's never black or white Your wildest dreams are grey Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am I can't see no symmetry It's feast or famine All we need is drier land Some thirsty soil Where we can build an ark Before the wicked world flows over ♪ You'll find me in the morning Raising the sails All covered in scales And with seaweed for hair All that we were And all that we know's Far below in the algae and in the mud The valleys flood The glaciers Are overripe and begging to be pruned Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh