Floating, but gasping for a breath Paying through the nose for every bit of air Where's the feast in feast or famine
Where's the feast in feast or famine
There's not a lot to go around There's just the hope for next time
So here's the ration, make it last Don't be surprised if it disappears fast
It's the view from the surface
It's great to fake it for another day But that would mean breathing
Where's the feast in feast or famine