i put on a front before but now im 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 its feast or famine all we need is dryer land some thirsty its 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 youll 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 its 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 valleys flood the glaciers are over ripe and begging to be pruned