Islands - Sara Bareilles

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’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

You’ve made exceptions to your rules

And now we’re staring down truth neither one of us wants to 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 the horizon is all we have

And see for yourself the horizon is all we have

Holding my breath until I know you’re alright

Because the water will only rise…