breathe

My lungs seem to welcome the air The hands of the wind run through my hair There's a breeze that seems to let itself in so I'll Breathe Breathe Tethered to the most weathered of paths There's a gust that keeps me from falling back And leaves like snakes they rattle and tell me to Breathe Breathe Just breathe When life goes awry I just sit on this hill and cry My mind seems so honest when I smile at the scent of thyme This place is more than time Grace through an army of grass They're sharp like knives but they let me pass I make my way to the top of this hill and I Breathe Breathe Just breathe When life goes awry I just sit on this hill and cry My mind seems so honest when I smile at the scent of thyme This place is more than time