Текст: Dexter Freebish. Tripped Into Divine. Breathe.

I wake up everyday scared about tomorrow
I just don't know what to believe
And are we running out of all this time we borrowed
I'm drowning in reality

Breathe
We've gotta let it go
Turn around and just
Breathe
Tomorrow will come, can we
Breathe

The days I saw when I was young are unfamiliar
When were we taught to live this way
And as the years go by is our future clearer
Or will it all just fade away

Breathe
We've gotta let it go
Turn around and just
Breathe
Tomorrow will come, can we
Breathe

I'm just a stranger trying to make my way through life
But I'm confused
I'm sick of all the talking heads that lie to me
I want the truth

Am I breaking through the walls that stand between us?

Breathe
We've gotta let it go
Turn around and just
Breathe
Tomorrow will come
And still all I want is to
Breathe
We've gotta let it go
Turn around and just
Breathe
Tomorrow will come
Tomorrow will come