Texty: Andrew Belle. I'll Be Your Breeze.

he walks in the bedroom
and picks up the phone
he's singing to the beat of
the dialtone
if he could he would shrink down
to fit through these holes
in
rubber and plastic
that'd be fantastic
he'd crawl through these
phonelines
to castles or farms
or just across the stateline
and into your
arms
we'd learn to distinguish truth
from false alarms
and fade into
summer
like we were the months of the year

and we'll fall asleep
every
night so easily
like some kind of brand new disease
hey we got it but c'est
la vie
don't you wonder how villains sleep
every night so easily
if they can
do it baby so can we
just remember i'll be your breeze

oh well i feel like
myself
i finally feel like myself
honey don't you feel like yourself
feel
like yourself

cause i learned we all play
our part in this thing
we've all
got a song we were
put here to sing
it's less of a circle and more of a
ring
that keeps up together
like we were prize fighters
i'll be like that
heart that you cut out
and pinned on your sleeve
i thought i told you
that i
needed you
just to keep breathing