The tide is high I've never been so low You got room to grow You can never look up You can't ever look down You get kicked around
But I built it with sand And I built it with rock I built it with all of the things that I'm not And I watch from the hill as it burns to the ground I can still see the smoke From my train out of town Everything I build is breaking down
I close my eyes Scared of what I saw Are you man at all? Been an open book Been a slamming door Apple of the Trojan War
Drink a little bit Dance a little bit Take a chance and lose it all I'll have no remorse no regrets When I'm hanging from This seventeenth floor
The tide is high Never been so low You got room to grow Everything I build is breaking down