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.