
Breathing Patterns Into It. Over It.
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[Verse 1]
It's so difficult to look back when every image is cracked
Just a cover turning pages each day in my almanac
You see, I move beside the shipwreck of where my years have gone
Wondering if fortune will smile upon me long enough to drag you along
[Chorus]
Your breathing patterns bring the sun
New voices for when days are done
You've filled my lungs
[Verse 2]
For a cautious optimistic
I'm best kept as a party guest
For now a welcome contribution
You moving from east to west
[Chorus]
Your breathing patterns bring the sun
New voices for when days are done
You've filled my lungs, you've filled my lungs
You've filled my lungs, you've filled my lungs
[Verse 3]
If I stick to what I know then I'm just stuck to what I've done
Still sore from being burned by every fire I've begun
Every postcard is a post-war transmission and every word's a new beginning
I've destroyed my reputation, struck fear in the hearts of men
And I've become a walking complication
Can't make those mistakes again
It's so difficult to look back when every image is cracked
Just a cover turning pages each day in my almanac
You see, I move beside the shipwreck of where my years have gone
Wondering if fortune will smile upon me long enough to drag you along
[Chorus]
Your breathing patterns bring the sun
New voices for when days are done
You've filled my lungs
[Verse 2]
For a cautious optimistic
I'm best kept as a party guest
For now a welcome contribution
You moving from east to west
[Chorus]
Your breathing patterns bring the sun
New voices for when days are done
You've filled my lungs, you've filled my lungs
You've filled my lungs, you've filled my lungs
[Verse 3]
If I stick to what I know then I'm just stuck to what I've done
Still sore from being burned by every fire I've begun
Every postcard is a post-war transmission and every word's a new beginning
I've destroyed my reputation, struck fear in the hearts of men
And I've become a walking complication
Can't make those mistakes again
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