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 phonecalls      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