air is dry the sun is gone when i breathe i breate alone ten times a day i cry just to prove that i m alive oh that i m alive i have tried to be the queen i have tried most everything leads me to the same place on my knees or on my face on my knees or on my face nations fall when you speak and you have spoken over me i am tired of giving in so easily the way you keep on loving me is changing everything i see it s a great big mystery the fingers on my weathered bow are giving out and letting go i need you now to take me in i cannot fight alone again can t fight alone again you are the mystery