Kay

It's alright if the painting's askew on the wall.

Just relax, let it be, 'cause it's not gonna fall.

It's OK not to always rely on yourself,

Even stones need some ground to hold on to.

When the salt of your sighs burns the skin of your eyes

And the weight of your hands is more than you can stand

And the grain that you're worth won't grow out of the earth

It's alright, you'll be alright.

Oh, Kay, it's OK!

Oh, Kay, it's OK!