Breathe Songtext
von Goodtime Boys

As the silver tongues skin the young and
white whispers wash words through your brow,
I slow the tide and think of whys, when I should be thinking in hows.
Somehow now is the time that always escapes me.
The truth is never good enough as we watch the world burn.
Our skin grows older and grey; do we like it this way?
Do we like it this way?
All the same
All the same
All the same
What doesn′t kill us makes us no younger as we
smoulder in despair that shows us everywhere we're not. The passing of time is not inclined to consider the
risks that you took to be here, standing where you stood,
with a smile that shook.
Without reason.
Without certainty, but questioning nothing all the same.
All the same
All the same
All the same
All the same
All the same
All the same