there's an edge to the air
drifting in from somewhere
do we dare to even take a breath in it
all caught up in the scene
we're forgettin how to dream
they're just empty thoughts lost in this endless mess

when tomorrow [bad word] i'm far away, already
when tomorrow [bad word] i can breathe.... i can breathe
(lost in this endlessness)

and it's shattered and scattered
the distance we're torn
reaching heights and depths forethought as impossible
hands extended, bodies bent in tormented form
turn to liquid, all at once we pound ashore

when tomorrow [bad word] i can breathe... i can breathe
(hold on)
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when tomorrow [bad word] i can breathe... i can breathe
(hold on)
i can breathe
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(there's still hope here)
hold on