It's the feeling I get
When I see my own breath,
reminds me I'm alive

And my hooded sweatshirt skin
that I've been living in
blends into the night


and all this love is only breathing in


Do you see it in my eyes?
It should come as no surprise
sparks of silent din

You can see but you can't hear
because the meaning's never clear
and it blends into the night


and all this love is only breathing in