| Making my plans to rule the world | 
| Driving alone on Bridgetown Road | 
| Cracks in the house and shattered windows | 
| Covington was more like home | 
| Thunder in the blue skies | 
| Lightning in the daylight | 
| Storm clouds in our eyes (Eyes, eyes) | 
| Tidal waves in my heart | 
| Earthquakes in the still dark | 
| Eclipses in the night | 
| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Caught up in the headlights | 
| Shadow in the moonlight | 
| Breakdown, breakdown | 
| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) | 
| When we were young we took the chances | 
| That our parents never did | 
| Breaking the glass, we made mistakes | 
| And never thought too much of it | 
| Thunder in the blue skies | 
| Lightning in the daylight | 
| Storm clouds in our eyes | 
| Tidal waves in my heart | 
| Earthquakes in the still dark | 
| Eclipses in the night | 
| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Caught up in the headlights | 
| Shadow in the moonlight | 
| Breakdown, breakdown | 
| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) | 
| Sometimes you know it’s hard to breathe | 
| Temptation makes it hard to see | 
| The more I feel, the more I starve | 
| I drank the darkness with the stars | 
| My bones are all that’s left of me | 
| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| I’m going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Running these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| Feast or famine | 
| Caught up in the headlights | 
| Shadow in the moonlight | 
| Breakdown, breakdown | 
| Going hungry these days, oh-whoa-oh | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) | 
| It’s only feast or famine | 
| (Oh-whoa-oh) |