How do you cry when your eyes are so dry and so cold?
How do you run when your legs have got nothing to hold?
It seems like the sun and the moon in the skys have been sold.
How do you breathe when your lungs are so tired and so old?
Breathe me down, breathe me down
breathe me down, breathe me down.
How do you talk when your words speek of nothing but gold?
How do you dream when your thoughts are so scared and so old?
It seems like your skin has been twisted and turned into mold.
The sun and the moon in the skys they'll never grow old.
Breathe me down, breathe me down
breathe me down, breathe me down.
Lie awake and see
Are you lost it seems?
Are you losing speech?
Or have you just lost your fee?
Don't you ever lose your