How To Breathe
Face against the wind
Dusty roads and concrete skin
Tracing back the lines
Choosing forms I've left behind
Spinning like a stone
The ever-ending flow of the free fallening leaves
Yeah, I'm afraid that
I can't change.
Let it be.
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Secrets that I keep,
burning holes inside of me.
Stirring up the ghosts
Romblins won't leave me alone.
Time is the traitor and I am the taker
of lost memories.
Yeah, I'm afraid that I can't change
Let it Be.
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Yeah, I've seen it all.
Scattered ashes of myself
in a worn out wishing well.
And I hear the call
Oh, that every - in the sky
lifts me up and brings me light
Holds me close
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Yeah, this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Dusty roads and concrete skin
Tracing back the lines
Choosing forms I've left behind
Spinning like a stone
The ever-ending flow of the free fallening leaves
Yeah, I'm afraid that
I can't change.
Let it be.
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Secrets that I keep,
burning holes inside of me.
Stirring up the ghosts
Romblins won't leave me alone.
Time is the traitor and I am the taker
of lost memories.
Yeah, I'm afraid that I can't change
Let it Be.
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Yeah, I've seen it all.
Scattered ashes of myself
in a worn out wishing well.
And I hear the call
Oh, that every - in the sky
lifts me up and brings me light
Holds me close
Every bend, every break
All the times I've lost my way
All the stains, all the scars
Oh my torn up paper art.
Back and forth, push and pull
It's carved and cursed
inside my soul.
Yet, I believe
this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Yeah, this tug-o-war has taught me
How to breathe.
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Mayfield, Tofer Brown
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