Tell me the secret of breathing
Does it depend on believing
Believing in the air?
To accept what is given
Stale and cold

To accept what is given

This heart breaks with the slightest of tapping
Pieces falling, the laughter
Ground into the floor
The pieces of hoping
The moments of joy
The memories of loving
The moments of joy
The joy
The joy

Tell me the secret of believing
Of staying and not leaving
Some days, they aren´t worth living
The door was wide open
Blowing in the cold
But I have been broken

And I have been rolled
And rolled
And rolled

Tell me the secret of breathing
Does it depend on believing
Believing in the air?
For I have been ridden
More than I have rolled
And I have been broken
And I have been rolled
And rolled
And rolled