Breathe - Jonathan Young, Caleb Hyles

Little hands, they grab at something

Someone dearly, looking for control

We come into this being knowing nothing

Screaming, crying, ungs 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