my memory hangs like the stained glass of the saints past history i buried deep saint anthony i hear that he can help me find the things i need alaska winters pray for end of summer days but the sun won t go away just like me i ll bet they really want to change i can run as far as london but my past has first class seats the lighthouse lost its beam now all i see is the face of the cliffs between the moonlight waxing i fear for my life that the current tonight is stronger than the will that i have to survive so breathe you re alive so breathe you re alive so breathe you re alive is it just me or do you wonder if we re put here just to see how much heartache we can take without hanging from the tallest tree i feel as lonely as a preacher s wife my heart s a russian night i drink to try to melt the ice the cold war in my mind the truth hides between the lines so breathe you re alive breathe you re alive because we ll make it through this no matter the odds all bets are on it s always darkest just before the dawn so breathe you re alive so breathe you re alive so breathe you re alive1