Islands

Sara Bareilles · The Blessed Unrest [2013]

Waiting for the bus stop

Waiting for the concrete black top to settle down

Long enough for me to get off and get a little ground

I'm ready for the sea change

Helpless felt this coming from a mile away

And now you're looking at me babe

And how we'll separate if we can

'Cause I still count on one hand the number of good men I know



It's like I'm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire

Trying to get to you first to say the world's on fire

Holding my breath until I know you're all right

Because the water will only rise

When will you realize?

You must become an island

You must become an island

You must become an island

And see for yourself that that's what I am



You always dirty up the windows

If you keep 'em at bay that way

No one's gonna surprise you by getting too close

Anybody, but me though

You've made exceptions to you rules

And now we're staring down truth

Neither one of us wants to know



It's like I'm standing on the edge with just a telephone wire

Trying to get to you first to say the world's on fire

Holding my breath until I know you're all right

Because the water will only rise

When will you realize?

You must become an island

You must become an island

You must become an island

And see for yourself the horizon is all we have

The horizon is all we have

And see for yourself the horizon is all we have

The horizon is all we have



Holding my breath until I know you're all right

Because the water will only rise