Be the wind, find me breathing
Lonesome next to myself
Let my past be the mast
I need to set my sail
He’s pissed off, but he’s still on
His best behavior till I’m gone
We got some insignificant words
To replace with a song
And I would kill just to lose my mind
You would kill just to have my sight
We could kill a man so love can find a way
What I would give just to say
"I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich
I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich"
Help me leave myself
Oh, help me leave myself
Give me words, give them health
Help me leave myself
"I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich
I have gold in my hands for the weaker
I have bread for the lives of the rich"
