breathe in the air now a harmony of woe blindly lead the like mind feel the needs as they grow out of sight kept in mind apart come ennui in your voice hear you sink doubt will exhaust your hope fearing your dreams will be washing away all what you really want is me to come to you i will be there to stand before you face to face my strife has brought me home cumbered by the open road embrace becomes a lock to keep the bond you have come to loathe me too reaching walls racing time by striding on through it all doubt will exhaust your hope fearing your dreams will be washing away all what you really want is me to come to you i will be there to stand before you face to face my strife has brought me home 