Breath
Yeah
Somewhere between the breath and the voice
Somewhere between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice
And destiny hinged, swingin' like our dead in the wind
And the best intent, impotent when met with the sense of a sea change
Deranged seems so mainstream
We swim up, chin-ups work oblique dreams till they rock hard
Walk sideways and stay on guard and necks
Talk all day till text cop like- sh, quiet
No more ideas, please remain poised
Somewhere between the breath and the voice
Where possible hides, before we speak impossible lies
Improbable dies in service of your certainty
Why not not know? Why not not end innocence?
Why not not take this last shot and end it in the tangled bed sheet
Legs a spreadsheet where 'x' is every ex and Y is every possible out
Now I'm outside again, the sky's fallin'
That one moment hangin' low in the mind, callin'
My callin', make love like love wasn't shot dead on
January first, 2009 (Brap)
And that's when the final switch flipped in my mind
And time switch from linear to rewind
And switched switched gunshots for liquor
Tears for wet pussy, 'cause both them taste better, fuck it
Let our mistakes make life, because doing it
Intentionally shouldn't be advised
In a world where is only born for demise
Then to love unconditionally's truly unwise
Still gotta live and I still gotta fuck
The shots get too and we still gotta duck
We all still stuck in the head so moist
Between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice
Somewhere between the breath and the voice
Somewhere between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice
And destiny hinged, swingin' like our dead in the wind
And the best intent, impotent when met with the sense of a sea change
Deranged seems so mainstream
We swim up, chin-ups work oblique dreams till they rock hard
Walk sideways and stay on guard and necks
Talk all day till text cop like- sh, quiet
No more ideas, please remain poised
Somewhere between the breath and the voice
Where possible hides, before we speak impossible lies
Improbable dies in service of your certainty
Why not not know? Why not not end innocence?
Why not not take this last shot and end it in the tangled bed sheet
Legs a spreadsheet where 'x' is every ex and Y is every possible out
Now I'm outside again, the sky's fallin'
That one moment hangin' low in the mind, callin'
My callin', make love like love wasn't shot dead on
January first, 2009 (Brap)
And that's when the final switch flipped in my mind
And time switch from linear to rewind
And switched switched gunshots for liquor
Tears for wet pussy, 'cause both them taste better, fuck it
Let our mistakes make life, because doing it
Intentionally shouldn't be advised
In a world where is only born for demise
Then to love unconditionally's truly unwise
Still gotta live and I still gotta fuck
The shots get too and we still gotta duck
We all still stuck in the head so moist
Between the lung and the larynx, a split second of choice
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Writer(s): Dave Gahan, Knox Chandler
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