Floating, but gasping for a breath
Paying through the nose for every bit of air
Strapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famineStrapped and bleak
Who stole the peak
From the valleyWhen's it coming next
When's the next respite
The next deep breathStrapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famine
Where'd it goThere's not a lot to go around
There's just the hope for next time
Yeah rightSo here's the ration, make it last
Don't be surprised if it disappears fast
Too fastIt's the view from the surface
Not above and not belowIt's great not to worry
It's great to fake it for another day
It's great not to worry
But that would mean breathing
Easy once again, againDon't count on it again
Or on anythingStrapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famineStrapped and bleak
Who stole the peak
Where'd it go