Breathe Lyrics
| Song | Breathe |
| Artist | September Stories |
| Album | This House Was Never Home. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Andrew Nicholas Baughman |
| [00:01.382][Verse 1] | |
| [00:13.690] | And what would say if I told you those words that you reiterate could hold the meaning they retained yesterday |
| [00:21.630] | To acknowledge the thought of a miracle |
| [00:24.464] | To embrace the idea of a second chance |
| [00:27.749] | I'd give the possibility of one hundred days gone for one spent year |
| [00:32.382] | To feel that word pressed against my mind uttering some sort of grieving release |
| [00:38.451] | Speaking that string of hollow words holding no sensical meaning but what you take |
| [00:43.843] | And it kills me to think of what exists |
| [00:46.727] | If my prayers transcend the ceiling or are lost within its depth |
| [00:50.828] | If what I've spent my last ten years believe was put to misuse |
| [00:55.447] | And that my faith was misconstrued |
| [00:58.042] | That my faith was just my words reverberating back to me |
| [01:02.418] | That my faith was just all I needed it to be |
| [01:06.311] | To give me hope that things can change |
| [01:09.520] | And that this place that I found myself in |
| [01:12.834] | Won't be the walls that surround me forever |
| [01:17.799] | |
| [01:48.943][Verse 2] | |
| [01:49.167] | But I'm realizing that I don't know the people around me |
| [01:51.925] | I can't recognize a face that I've seen for the past ten years |
| [01:56.214] | Looking at the ingenuity of its design is all I need to hold my sanity |
| [02:01.147] | Beauty lost beneath the borders of hatred |
| [02:03.879]Perfect people in a flawless society [?] | tarnished by the inability to breed stability |
| [02:08.389] | The significance of our morals drowned out by our overbearing individuality |
| [02:13.185]And under my [?] | own selfish conclusions |
| [02:19.011] | And you know that I've never had a way with words or even knew which ones you wanted to hear |
| [02:23.806] | I've let my faults define me |
| [02:25.906] | I let them control who I wanted to be |
| [02:28.353] | But things have grown different here |
| [02:30.025] | You're not the same person that I have once trusted |
| [02:32.616] | You're not the same person that you used to be |
| [02:34.305] | |
| [02:34.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:35.150] | I can't feel your heart beating |
| [02:44.345] | And was it what you wanted |
| [02:48.017] | I thought that it would be |
| [02:52.088] | How was life living without me |
| [03:06.239] | |
| [03:21.268][Verse 3] | |
| [03:21.708] | Lungs break and hearts constrict the artificial joy that flows freely to your head |
| [03:26.773]Containing the life [?] unconscious minds [?] escape the depths of [?] | |
| [03:31.327] | All holy and not to be judged by how you were made and not upon how they were born |
| [03:35.985] | To be judged based upon a life lived and not upon a situational analysis of morality |
| [03:40.644] | I don't know what's in store for tomorrow, or if that day will even come |
| [03:46.583] | But I know that I've today |
| [03:48.739] | And I know that I've got this life |
| [03:51.128] | |
| [03:51.432][Chorus] | |
| [03:52.788] | I can't feel your heart beating |
| [04:01.611] | And was it what you wanted |
| [04:04.975] | I thought that it would be |
| [04:09.859] | How was life living without me |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Andrew Nicholas Baughman |
| [00:01.382][Verse 1] | |
| [00:13.690] | And what would say if I told you those words that you reiterate could hold the meaning they retained yesterday |
| [00:21.630] | To acknowledge the thought of a miracle |
| [00:24.464] | To embrace the idea of a second chance |
| [00:27.749] | I' d give the possibility of one hundred days gone for one spent year |
| [00:32.382] | To feel that word pressed against my mind uttering some sort of grieving release |
| [00:38.451] | Speaking that string of hollow words holding no sensical meaning but what you take |
| [00:43.843] | And it kills me to think of what exists |
| [00:46.727] | If my prayers transcend the ceiling or are lost within its depth |
| [00:50.828] | If what I' ve spent my last ten years believe was put to misuse |
| [00:55.447] | And that my faith was misconstrued |
| [00:58.042] | That my faith was just my words reverberating back to me |
| [01:02.418] | That my faith was just all I needed it to be |
| [01:06.311] | To give me hope that things can change |
| [01:09.520] | And that this place that I found myself in |
| [01:12.834] | Won' t be the walls that surround me forever |
| [01:17.799] | |
| [01:48.943][Verse 2] | |
| [01:49.167] | But I' m realizing that I don' t know the people around me |
| [01:51.925] | I can' t recognize a face that I' ve seen for the past ten years |
| [01:56.214] | Looking at the ingenuity of its design is all I need to hold my sanity |
| [02:01.147] | Beauty lost beneath the borders of hatred |
| [02:03.879]Perfect people in a flawless society [?] | tarnished by the inability to breed stability |
| [02:08.389] | The significance of our morals drowned out by our overbearing individuality |
| [02:13.185]And under my [?] | own selfish conclusions |
| [02:19.011] | And you know that I' ve never had a way with words or even knew which ones you wanted to hear |
| [02:23.806] | I' ve let my faults define me |
| [02:25.906] | I let them control who I wanted to be |
| [02:28.353] | But things have grown different here |
| [02:30.025] | You' re not the same person that I have once trusted |
| [02:32.616] | You' re not the same person that you used to be |
| [02:34.305] | |
| [02:34.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:35.150] | I can' t feel your heart beating |
| [02:44.345] | And was it what you wanted |
| [02:48.017] | I thought that it would be |
| [02:52.088] | How was life living without me |
| [03:06.239] | |
| [03:21.268][Verse 3] | |
| [03:21.708] | Lungs break and hearts constrict the artificial joy that flows freely to your head |
| [03:26.773]Containing the life [?] unconscious minds [?] escape the depths of [?] | |
| [03:31.327] | All holy and not to be judged by how you were made and not upon how they were born |
| [03:35.985] | To be judged based upon a life lived and not upon a situational analysis of morality |
| [03:40.644] | I don' t know what' s in store for tomorrow, or if that day will even come |
| [03:46.583] | But I know that I' ve today |
| [03:48.739] | And I know that I' ve got this life |
| [03:51.128] | |
| [03:51.432][Chorus] | |
| [03:52.788] | I can' t feel your heart beating |
| [04:01.611] | And was it what you wanted |
| [04:04.975] | I thought that it would be |
| [04:09.859] | How was life living without me |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Andrew Nicholas Baughman |
| [00:01.382][Verse 1] | |
| [00:13.690] | And what would say if I told you those words that you reiterate could hold the meaning they retained yesterday |
| [00:21.630] | To acknowledge the thought of a miracle |
| [00:24.464] | To embrace the idea of a second chance |
| [00:27.749] | I' d give the possibility of one hundred days gone for one spent year |
| [00:32.382] | To feel that word pressed against my mind uttering some sort of grieving release |
| [00:38.451] | Speaking that string of hollow words holding no sensical meaning but what you take |
| [00:43.843] | And it kills me to think of what exists |
| [00:46.727] | If my prayers transcend the ceiling or are lost within its depth |
| [00:50.828] | If what I' ve spent my last ten years believe was put to misuse |
| [00:55.447] | And that my faith was misconstrued |
| [00:58.042] | That my faith was just my words reverberating back to me |
| [01:02.418] | That my faith was just all I needed it to be |
| [01:06.311] | To give me hope that things can change |
| [01:09.520] | And that this place that I found myself in |
| [01:12.834] | Won' t be the walls that surround me forever |
| [01:17.799] | |
| [01:48.943][Verse 2] | |
| [01:49.167] | But I' m realizing that I don' t know the people around me |
| [01:51.925] | I can' t recognize a face that I' ve seen for the past ten years |
| [01:56.214] | Looking at the ingenuity of its design is all I need to hold my sanity |
| [02:01.147] | Beauty lost beneath the borders of hatred |
| [02:03.879]Perfect people in a flawless society [?] | tarnished by the inability to breed stability |
| [02:08.389] | The significance of our morals drowned out by our overbearing individuality |
| [02:13.185]And under my [?] | own selfish conclusions |
| [02:19.011] | And you know that I' ve never had a way with words or even knew which ones you wanted to hear |
| [02:23.806] | I' ve let my faults define me |
| [02:25.906] | I let them control who I wanted to be |
| [02:28.353] | But things have grown different here |
| [02:30.025] | You' re not the same person that I have once trusted |
| [02:32.616] | You' re not the same person that you used to be |
| [02:34.305] | |
| [02:34.602][Chorus] | |
| [02:35.150] | I can' t feel your heart beating |
| [02:44.345] | And was it what you wanted |
| [02:48.017] | I thought that it would be |
| [02:52.088] | How was life living without me |
| [03:06.239] | |
| [03:21.268][Verse 3] | |
| [03:21.708] | Lungs break and hearts constrict the artificial joy that flows freely to your head |
| [03:26.773]Containing the life [?] unconscious minds [?] escape the depths of [?] | |
| [03:31.327] | All holy and not to be judged by how you were made and not upon how they were born |
| [03:35.985] | To be judged based upon a life lived and not upon a situational analysis of morality |
| [03:40.644] | I don' t know what' s in store for tomorrow, or if that day will even come |
| [03:46.583] | But I know that I' ve today |
| [03:48.739] | And I know that I' ve got this life |
| [03:51.128] | |
| [03:51.432][Chorus] | |
| [03:52.788] | I can' t feel your heart beating |
| [04:01.611] | And was it what you wanted |
| [04:04.975] | I thought that it would be |
| [04:09.859] | How was life living without me |
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