Breathe

You are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son He was buried like a mole in a foxhole And everyone's still on the run Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave, but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live, and high you fly Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, rabbit, run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when, at last, the work is done Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one For long you live, and high you fly Only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave