Texty: Senses Fail. The Fire. Saint Anthony.

My memory hangs like the stain glass
Of the saints past history
I bury deep, Saint Anthony
I hear that he can help me
Find the things I need

Alaska winters pray
For end of summer days
But the sun won't go away
Just like me, I'll bet
They really want to change

I can run as far as London
But my past has first class seats

The lighthouse lost it's beam
Now all I see is the face of the cliffs
Between the moonlight waxing

I fear for my life
That the current tonight
Is stronger than the will
That I have to survive

So breathe, you're alive
So breathe, you're alive
So breathe, you're alive

Is it just me or do you wonder
If we're put here just to see
How much heartache we can take
Without hanging from the tallest tree?

I feel as lonely as a preacher's wife
My heart's a Russian Knight
I drink to try to melt the ice

The cold war in my mind
The truth hides between the lines

The lighthouse lost it's beam
And now all I see
Is the face of the cliffs
Between the moonlight waxing

I fear for my life
That the current tonight
Is stronger than the will
That I have to survive

So breathe, you're alive
Breathe, you're alive

Because we'll make it through this
No matter the odds, all bets are on
It's always darkest just before the dawn

The lighthouse lost it's beam
And now all I see
Is the face of the cliffs
Between the moonlight waxing

I fear for my life
That the current tonight
Is stronger than the will
That I have to survive

The lighthouse lost it's beam
And now all I see
Is the face of the cliffs
Between the moonlight waxing

I fear for my life
That the current tonight
Is stronger than the will
That I have to survive

So breathe, you're alive
So breathe, you're alive
So breathe, you're alive