It is cold and crisp in the autumn sun
And I breath in deep just like I’ve always done
And it sends a shock through my summer lungs
They expand and contract like they’ve just begun
Breathing. Breathing.
And I see the world through my new headphones
As the trees roll by my open window
And my friend’s are talking I don’t listen though
I Just keep breathing. Breathing.
And all I wanted was to go back to where I started.
All I wanted was to go back to where I started.
My heart is full. I can hear it crack.
As the shadows form in the blades of grass
And we chase them till we both collapse
Beneath the trees lying on our backs
Just breathing. Breathing.
The fire is dying. It’s caving in
And the sparks are flying. They dance and spin.
High above us, and then blend in
To the sky, And I know,
When tomorrow comes
They won’t know my name from anyone’s
But I know your face like a photograph
Cause the fire died Like a camera flash.
And All I wanted was to go back to where I started
But all things.
All things. All things.
All things. All things.
All beautiful things must end.
But all I wanted was to go back to where I started
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