Empty chest
Breathe yourself out on the floor
Till fog rolls in from cooling warm
And maybe then your eyes wont see
But instead be heard
This your mind in sight
We are afraid of ourselves
Or so we tend to be
Breathe yourself out on the floor
Till fog rolls in from cooling warm
And maybe then your eyes wont see
But instead be heard
This your mind in sight
We are afraid of ourselves
Or so we tend to be