Breathe

Breathe Breathe I was lying on the side of the road Not so different from a pile of trash Irritated as a heat rash Plucking hairs out of my mustache one by one Thought my upper lip needed some sun And I was looking for the secret code Wandering around American roads Oh, it was an inspiration payload Pretty good grease for frying Memories Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be Breathe Do it again, do it again Take a deep breath and hold it, hold it in Wait around all night to strike the match But all the fumes have wandered home So what should've been an inferno Is just a faint nostalgic glow Pretty good grease for frying Memories Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be I had a dream love And light were winning I woke up laughing I woke up singing And now these Memories Strike a bolt of lightning into me Surfing on a sea of ecstasy Wonder how this all could come to be Yeah Breathe Breathe