I put on a front before but Now I’m spread so thin In all my wildest dreams The first thing I foresees 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 is no need for me to pretend It’s feast or famine All we need is dryer land, some thirsty It’s funny she wants more, than I ever saw tonight People ask me Jay, why do you let things get to you Like leaves on a plant, like pebbles in your shoes I am sad to see you go, but I am sure you’ll be ok It's never black or white, your wildest dreams are gray Sometimes I feel out of touch with who I am I can see no symmetry, it’s feast or famine All we need is dryer land, thirsty soul Where we can move along Where we can build an arc Before this wicked world floods over You'll find me, in the morning, raising the sand All covered in scales, and seaweed for hair All that we were, and all that we know Is far below the algae and in the bambi The valley’s flood, the glaciers are over ripe And begging to be prunedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
