Breathe

Breathe
 Breathe
 I was lying on the side of the road
 Not so different from a pile of trash
 Irritated as a heat rash
 Plucking hairs out of my mustache one by one
 Thought my upper lip needed some sun
 And I was looking for the secret code
 Wandering around American roads
 Oh, it was an inspiration payload
 Pretty good grease for frying
 Memories
 Strike a bolt of lightning into me
 Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
 Wonder how this all could come to be
 Breathe
 Do it again, do it again
 Take a deep breath and hold it, hold it in
 Wait around all night to strike the match
 But all the fumes have wandered home
 So what should've been an inferno
 Is just a faint nostalgic glow
 Pretty good grease for frying
 Memories
 Strike a bolt of lightning into me
 Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
 Wonder how this all could come to be
 I had a dream love
 And light were winning
 I woke up laughing
 I woke up singing
 And now these
 Memories
 Strike a bolt of lightning into me
 Surfing on a sea of ecstasy
 Wonder how this all could come to be
 Yeah
 Breathe
 Breathe