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 famine



Strapped and bleak

Who stole the peak

From the valley



When's it coming next

When's the next respite

The next deep breath



Strapped and bleak

Where's the feast in feast or famine

Where'd it go



There's not a lot to go around

There's just the hope for next time

Yeah right



So here's the ration, make it last

Don't be surprised if it disappears fast

Too fast



It's the view from the surface

Not above and not below



It'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, again



Don't count on it again

Or on anything



Strapped and bleak

Where's the feast in feast or famine



Strapped and bleak

Who stole the peak

Where'd it go