I wake up
And the day feels broken
I tilt my head
I'm trying to get an angle
Cause the evening
I've always longed for
It could still happen
How do I master
The perfect day
Six glasses of water
Seven phone calls
If you leave it alone
It might just happen
Anyway
It's not up to you
Well, it never really was
If you wake up
And the day feels a-broken
Just lean into the crack
Just lean into the crack
And it will tremble ever so nicely
Notice
How it sparkles
Down there
I can decide what I give
But it's not up to me
What I get given
Unthinkable surprises
About to happen
But what they are
It's not up to you
Well, it never really was
There is too much
Clinging
To peak
There is too much
Pressure
