Butterfingers Breathe Lyrics

Breathe Lyrics

There's a gun on the table and it's pointing at me

Come out Mr. Rebel take a walk and see

Out in the fields brothers crying from the crowd

Inside the walls the man is calling them down



Take the word of your savior, see him crouching at the door

Beaten up and kicked around a hundred times before

So sick of listening to the voices in his head

Fingers feel the trigger but inside he's feeling dead



There's a reason why we're breathing

But we just can't seem to see

The things we do come back on you

All we need to do is breathe



There's a choice on the table but she can't see

Alone with no soul, with no family

Out in the streets people screaming from the crowd

Inside the walls the woman's calling them down



There's a reason why we're breathing

But we just can't seem to see

The things we do come back on you

All we need to do is breathe



There's a reason why we're breathing

But we just can't seem to see

The things we do come back on you

All we need to do is breathe



There's a reason why we're breathing

Just breathe

The things we do come back on you

Just breathe

There's a reason why we're breathing

Just breathe

The things we do come back on you

Just breathe