Breathe Lyrics - Singles - Butterfingers

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