Deep Breaths

Oh where do you begin?

Who can say what the astray will win?

A thread of the dread cut thin

You’re testing destiny with what’s under skin

To get through, with just two

 

Two deep breaths to breathe,

Between a daze of your thoughts beneath

Let them weave, lead

Weave, lead

 

Know the grim isn’t a fright,

When on a whim into the night

Twisting in the morning when you come home alone

Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

 

No, the grim isn’t a fright,

When on a swim into the white

Twisting in the morning when you come home alone

Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

 

Know the grim isn’t a fright,

When on a limb, setting your sight

Twisting in the morning when you come home alone

Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

 

To get through, with just two