Islands
-
Sara
BareillesLRC
by
Mr.Lei
395254794Waiting
for
the
bus
stopWaiting
for
the
concrete
black
top
to
settle
downLong
enough
for
me
to
get
off
and
get
a
little
groundI’m
ready
for
the
sea
changeHelpless
felt
this
coming
from
a
mile
awayAnd
now
you’re
looking
at
me
babe,and
how
we’ll
separate
if
we
canCause
I
still
count
on
one
handthe
number
of
good
men
I
knowIt’s
like
I’m
standing
on
the
edgewith
just
a
telephone
wireTrying
to
get
to
you
first
to
say
the
world’s
on
fireHolding
my
breath
until
I
knowyou’re
alright
because
the
water
will
only
riseWhen
will
you
realizeYou
must
become
an
islandYou
must
become
an
islandYou
must
become
an
islandAnd
see
for
yourself
that
that’s
what
I
amYou
always
dirty
up
the
windowsIf
you
keep
‘em
at
baythat
way
no
one’s
gonna
surpriseyou
by
getting
too
closeAnybody
but
me
though