Walk on Water — Verse 1

Why are expectations so high?

Is it the bar I set? My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach

I lose my grip like the flying trapeze

Into the dark, I plummet, now the sky's blackening

I know the mark’s high, butterflies rip apart my stomach

Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with

You're gonna harp, gripe, and that's a hard Vicodin to swallow

I feel the ice cracking, because