Breathe

David Gray · Draw the Line [2009]

Wake, wake and the moment's gone

Wake, wake and the moment's gone

Wake, wake and the moment's gone

Wake, wake and the moment's gone



And then the doorbell rings

Somebody asks you could

You spare a little time

To feel the weight that's mine

To lower down your guard

Yeah that your heart gets snagged

Caught in the wheels and dust dragged

Dangled o'er the edge

Breathe



You feel you're in too deep

So offer up some crumb

And drop it in the tin

Then slither back within

Your crenellated wealth

Your educated self

Your family, your rude health

And all the joy it brings

Aren't we forgetting something

Feet out on the ledge

Feet out on the ledge

And breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe



Then in the heat of noon

It finds you like some dog

Got parked up in a field

Hermetically sealed

And scratching at the windshield

And howling at the glass

At anyone might walk past

Were you not aware

Were you not aware

Were you not aware

Breathe



The sea of broken lives

Mechanics, doctors, housewives

Feet out on the ledge

Feet out on the ledge

Feet out on the ledge

And breathe

Breathe