Are we the ones who breath too deep?
The dimness never seems as bright, till that moment the sun hits the hill.

Can I get clean in this city?
Can I get free in this life?

I walked out right when you walked into to the sweet sound that is only mine.
I woke up right when you fell asleep, in the wake left by my feet beating against the ground.

Can I make good in this body?
Can I see clearly with this skin?

Now that I am pale and shallow it all presses down.