Oceanography

""Comparison's a game that always Ends in tears or heavy hearts or wasted years Whatever kills me first  And all the best parts of all the best things Is all I'd ever want to be Oh mirrors and the skyscrapers they build  Towering men to weigh my worth against While I try to  Hold my breath underwater Like the great oceanographers Hold my breath underwater And pray it's not all wasted efforts  And I envy you the things that scare you Half to death a job with no excitement left Whatever kills you first  And I'll bet your broken heart you saw it Coming for us just as I did Conversations and the doubts they build  Hold my breath underwater Like the great oceanographers Hold my breath underwater And pray it's not all wasted efforts  The chorus where we scream the title half a dozen times I'm tired of this I'm tired of this I'm tiring of this I'm tired of this I'm tired of this I'm tiring of this I am sick of holding  My breath underwater Like the great oceanographers Hold my breath underwater And pray it's not all wasted efforts Hold my breath underwater Like the great oceanographers  The ending where we try to work out where to stop""