Oh, I dig my heels into the sand and watch the waves bury me
As they roll back into the sea.
Honestly, my thoughts are crooked as the coastline.
I can't keep things straight in my head and I can't forget,
I can't forget I've got these shackles on my feet and
The city breathes it down my neck, but.
I'm just trying to keep my head
Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky.
But, I wake up in a nightmare and I'm no good at hiding all the time.
I'm just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend
Where I'm rolling over and falling back asleep again.
So, you head for the high grounds;
Deciding this lunatic's words and the saboteur's mind.
(Well, I've got a map of the plan and I know where to find you.)
And I'm eager like a child to act out these plans that I've devised.
(During 23 years that I spent without cover from sunshine.)
I'm just trying to keep my head
Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky.
But, I wake up in a nightmare and I'm no good at hiding all the time.
I'm just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend
Where I'm rolling over and falling back asleep again.
Does it crush you to know you're just like everyone else,
When you're crying in your soup and making suicide threats?
I'm just trying to keep my head
Between the Pacific and the pale, grey sky.
But, I wake up in a nightmare and I'm no good at hiding all the time.
I'm just trying to keep the water out my lungs and stop this trend
Where I'm rolling over and falling back asleep again.