Pardon me, world, I don't want to bore you
But your weight is breaking my back
Toss me up in the air and demand that I fly
And I'll go down from the flak

Well, I'm not stone that will not break -
I'm a paper boat lost on a stormy lake
And I'm not iron that will not bend -
I'm a house of cards caught in a raging wind

I'm spreading myself too thin
I'm spreading myself too thin
This time I'll lose before I win
For spreading myself too thin

Pardon me, world, I don't want to fight you
When my suit of armor's full of holes
And forgive me if I don't take a stroll
With you on your bed of coals

(I'm sorry for my selfish displays
But I need a way out of this maze)

Yeah, I'm spreading myself too thin
I'm spreading myself too thin
This time I'll lose before I win
But I won't do this to myself again
No, no, no


From:  Segue
Released:  May, 1998
"THIN"