Islands - Sara Bareilles
LRC by Mr.Lei QQ：395254794
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 alright 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