We chose a life of adaptation|limp and formless for a test|trading backbone for adventures|to follow hearts inside our chests||But we got three|and none can decide|with tides chaning colours|and so do I||And if a sailor ever found me|in this reef of self escape|I guess he wouldn't even notice|the way I misaligned my shape||'cause I'm not me|and couldn't decide|with tides changing colours|and so do I