I've never felt this much alive
Before I stood two inches from death
Turn the lights down low
Keep the tensions high
Running on the stillness of our breath
I drink the ocean dry
So bring on the flood
I'm treading the perfect storm
The perfect storm
We're feeding straight from the public's open hand
It's hard to be modest when you're good as I am
Baby there is so much here that is unknown
This boy is everything without his home
Been tied to the tracks
And I'm still waiting for the train
I've yet decided
Which bridges to burn
And which bridges to cross
The artist doesn't cut down the forest
He irrigates the desert
Let's irrigate the desert
These coffins become cubicles
And I think we're all overdressed
I've never felt this much alive
Before I stood just inches from death
Turn the lights down low
Keep the tension high
Running on the stillness of our breath
