The feeling of falling is still so familiar The pain in my stomach is better, but baby Bright colours have faded too early this year And strangers look stranger 'round here The flowers you've left here have died in the heat I see parts of your face now, and girls in the street I hope you like your new neighbors Don't sleep with every new stranger It's lonely, but only at night And most of the time I'm breathing fine Most of the time I'm breathing fine I stay at familiar places I talk to myself in empty spaces But breathing is fine most of the time It's half of me, baby that still is infected No water has cleansed it No sleep has erased it Towards and aways from This room is a cage And things I'm trying to write you lay die on the page But most of the time I'm breathing fine Most of the time I'm breathing fine I played through the great composers I got through the night And while in prose and Breathing is fine, most of the time Whatelse I gonna retell you I just turned thirty-one The boy with no wings So he's learned how to run I hope you keep out of danger now Stranger to stranger It's lonely, but only at night But most of the time I'm breathing fine Most of the time I'm breathing fine But breathing is fine, most of the time