The horizon is heavy
The water says it could be worse
The air says it will never change
An equilibrium of sorts
Grotesque colors that flex
Baring their teeth as they drive

I tell you I need you now more than ever
And you say
(Yeah)
And I say, "Well, yeah, but did you hear me right?"
And you say
(Yeah)
And I get this feeling that you're not really listening
And you say
(Yeah)
And I want to tell you that you are the line in the sand
And you say
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You have it all figured it out
You feel safe inside your house
You turn your head and look around
And realize I'm you
And you are me
And I am you
I'm complacent inside the crowd
Waiting for a pat on the snout
Frightful I might scuff up my brow
What kind of fucked-up shit is that?