Breathe

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 moustache

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 in a sea of ecstasy

Wonder how this all could come to breathe

Breathe

Breathe

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 be an inferno

Is a faint nostalgic glow

Pretty good grease for frying memories

Strike a bolt of lightning into me

Surfing in a sea of ecstasy

Wonder how this all could come to breathe

I had a dream love and light were winning

I woke up laughing, I woke up singing

And now these memories,

They strike a bolt of lightning into me

Surfing in a sea of ecstasy

Wonder how this all could come to breathe

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe