Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles - Breathe lyrics
Jonathan Young [San Diego, California]
[Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles - Breathe lyrics]
Little hands, they grab at something
Someone dearly, looking for control
We come into this being knowing nothing
Screaming, crying, lungs searching for life
The search for purpose almost guaranteed
As we learn survival inevitably
So what to do with all our quite spells?
Our sanctuary, or our private hell
It's not a thing we see
Perhaps a state of being or nothing at all
Can we find it with what little
Time that we have left?
Can we reconcile the wasted days
We won't get back?
If life was meant to be together then
Just maybe
Not forever, we could stay like this
Could I find it in the middle
Of a storm of lies? Could I find it in the
Iris of another's eyes?
Or should I "seize the
Day"? "Ignore the pain, and come what may"
The world cannot find my peace
And I begin to feel the expectations drown
As the voices tell me what to value now
My identity can't sift through everything
If I am anything, then I choose nothing
Maybe there's a one who'll let
Me grow in time
Can a person really live though they will die
I think we need to breathe
The trauma deep inside, it begs the question
All these questions, what now is the goal?
So even though the shadow proves the sunshine
Why must it shine? Shine even at all?
Where does this thing called dread
Come from to leave me dead
Is it my will to survive?
Or does it remind me
That though our future's bleak
I am not the author
It's not a thing we see
Perhaps a state of being or nothing at all
Can we find it with what little
Time that we have left?
Can we reconcile the wasted days
We won't get back?
If life was meant to be together then
Just maybe
Not forever, we could stay like this
Could I find it in the middle
Of a storm of lies? Could I find it in the
Iris of another's eyes?
Or should I "seize the
Day"? "Ignore the pain, and come what may"
The world cannot find my peace
And I begin to feel the expectations drown
As the voices tell me what to value now
My identity can't sift through everything
If I am anything, then I choose nothing
Maybe there's a one who'll let
Me grow in time
Can a person really live though they will die
I think we need to breathe
Someone dearly, looking for control
We come into this being knowing nothing
Screaming, crying, lungs searching for life
The search for purpose almost guaranteed
As we learn survival inevitably
So what to do with all our quite spells?
Our sanctuary, or our private hell
It's not a thing we see
Perhaps a state of being or nothing at all
Can we find it with what little
Time that we have left?
Can we reconcile the wasted days
We won't get back?
If life was meant to be together then
Just maybe
Not forever, we could stay like this
Could I find it in the middle
Of a storm of lies? Could I find it in the
Iris of another's eyes?
Or should I "seize the
Day"? "Ignore the pain, and come what may"
The world cannot find my peace
And I begin to feel the expectations drown
As the voices tell me what to value now
My identity can't sift through everything
If I am anything, then I choose nothing
Maybe there's a one who'll let
Me grow in time
Can a person really live though they will die
I think we need to breathe
The trauma deep inside, it begs the question
All these questions, what now is the goal?
So even though the shadow proves the sunshine
Why must it shine? Shine even at all?
Where does this thing called dread
Come from to leave me dead
Is it my will to survive?
Or does it remind me
That though our future's bleak
I am not the author
It's not a thing we see
Perhaps a state of being or nothing at all
Can we find it with what little
Time that we have left?
Can we reconcile the wasted days
We won't get back?
If life was meant to be together then
Just maybe
Not forever, we could stay like this
Could I find it in the middle
Of a storm of lies? Could I find it in the
Iris of another's eyes?
Or should I "seize the
Day"? "Ignore the pain, and come what may"
The world cannot find my peace
And I begin to feel the expectations drown
As the voices tell me what to value now
My identity can't sift through everything
If I am anything, then I choose nothing
Maybe there's a one who'll let
Me grow in time
Can a person really live though they will die
I think we need to breathe