Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breath of Air, artist - Grieves. Date of issue: 23.03.2014
Song language: English
Breath of Air |
| As simple as I am I got a puzzle for a heart |
| Laid it on the table in the living room |
| And rummaged through the parts |
| The child in me is running through the yard |
| While the man that I’m supposed to be is searching for a breath in the cigar |
| smoke chokin' |
| Drying out my eyes like the desert wind |
| Drunk, taking shots at the moon with an empty pen |
| I got a feeling that once it gets to the end |
| I’ll be buried neck deep in this shit with no friends, go figure |
| Life’s been a freak show |
| Learn to hold a knife at a young age and bleed slow |
| Following the keystrokes |
| Leading to my words |
| Is a trail most traveled by a part of me |
| You would label disturbed |
| But it works |
| Living with the plague |
| Marching to the beat of my bones getting thrown into the lake |
| They sink heavy like a thought made of lead |
| And fall slowly to the depths |
| If I could find a better way to make you see what I’ve been thinking |
| I would probably just paint a fucking picture |
| They say it’s worth a thousand words |
| Hold on |
| There’s something in the basement |
| Chained to the furnace |
| Underneath the stairs |
| So close I can taste it |
| Climbing up the drain pipe |
| Trying to get a breath of air |
| Oh god |
| The only way to face it |
| Is gonna leave the whole world |
| Thinking that I’m crazy |
| So close I can taste it |
| Trying to find a way to take away my breath of air |
| I carve it all into the clay |
| Walking monument of my mistakes |
| Living off the rain checks |
| Written in the fray |
| The artist in me wants to play |
| While the person I’m supposed to be is trying to figure out if I’m okay |
| A scapegoat with a flamethrower |
| Burning up the tall grass |
| Growing like a tumor on his gravestone |
| I got a feeling if the same old motherfucking shit keeps happening |
| I’ll be dead before this game’s over |
| Great, I’m in dark water and diving |
| Trying to find peace in the deep I reside in |
| It keeps finding a better way to remind me |
| That anywhere I go it’ll be right there behind me |
| Fine with it, pressed to the page |
| Leaking like a wide open cut from a thrust of the blade |
| It falls heavy like a bus from a broken bridge |
| And keeps me watching from the ridge |
| If I could find a better way to make the jaws of it release me |
| I would probably just bite my fucking arm off |
| They say it happens in the wild |
| I start shaking when it awakens inside of me |
| They tried to tell me it was a panic but they lied to me |
| Got me thinking I was fragile and incompetent |
| And tried to build a road around that avalanche on top of me |
| Failed, laying on a bed of rusty nails |
| Trying to distribute the weight enough to balance out the scales |
| I lost heaven the second my ship sailed |
| But survived long enough to tell the tale |