The smell of leaves, the smell of smoke,
It gets so thick I might just choke.
The sight of ants, the sight of trees,
So natural I cannot breathe.
A gravel trail, heading back,
To the lake and railroad track.
A silver lamp, above my bed,
The fumes begin to fill my head…
…Breathe, just breathe.
Breathe, just breathe…
The wooden church, the wooden dock,
Let me in I’ll pick the lock.
The metal chair, the metal table,
If I try I might be able.
A steeple shoots, into the sky,
A lonely cloud has caught my eye.
A building looms, above the nest,
I’m getting dizzy need a rest.
…Breathe, just breathe.
Breathe, just breathe…
It gets so thick I might just choke.
The sight of ants, the sight of trees,
So natural I cannot breathe.
A gravel trail, heading back,
To the lake and railroad track.
A silver lamp, above my bed,
The fumes begin to fill my head…
…Breathe, just breathe.
Breathe, just breathe…
The wooden church, the wooden dock,
Let me in I’ll pick the lock.
The metal chair, the metal table,
If I try I might be able.
A steeple shoots, into the sky,
A lonely cloud has caught my eye.
A building looms, above the nest,
I’m getting dizzy need a rest.
…Breathe, just breathe.
Breathe, just breathe…
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