We find ourselves gasping for air where there is none We know this means our funerals, but still we fight like hell! Until the cold- it surrenders to warmth/serenity We're greeted by strangers until we remember that these are no strangers at all We've all got songs inside our heads, burning holes into our hearts Making a place for us to hide for hard times... sometimes... And if I die with this anger in my heart If I leave without knowing why I never told you You are my everything And we're pulled from the water as if by the hand of The Baptist And they know that we're done for, but still they fight like hell With a breath and a violent touch, we've our minds made up: If we've kept our friends waiting, we're sorry but you're just go' have to keep waiting some more We've all got songs inside our heads, burning holes into our hearts Making a place for us to hide for hard times... sometimes... And if I die with this anger in my heart If I leave without knowing why I never told you You are my everything