I Can Still Breathe
by Joel Ptacek
Walking late at night
trying to find.
See the moon through the trees,
am brought to my knees
by mental lightning.
Watch the walls start to crumble
as I start to slip away.
Yesterday is gone
I'll look for peace on another day.
My shoes are worn but I still breathe.
This evening's masquerade
is the benefit of believing.
That though your eye is keen,
outside looks can be deceiving.
A well-laid plan,
wrought of strong-willed good intention,
can all fall apart
without the glue of perception.
My shoes are worn but I still breathe.
Brown was the grass where I laid down my head
as reality came tumbling in.
I sell myself short just to see that I'm fed
My shoes are tight but I can still breathe.
Oh my shoes are tight but I can still breathe.
by Joel Ptacek
Walking late at night
trying to find.
See the moon through the trees,
am brought to my knees
by mental lightning.
Watch the walls start to crumble
as I start to slip away.
Yesterday is gone
I'll look for peace on another day.
My shoes are worn but I still breathe.
This evening's masquerade
is the benefit of believing.
That though your eye is keen,
outside looks can be deceiving.
A well-laid plan,
wrought of strong-willed good intention,
can all fall apart
without the glue of perception.
My shoes are worn but I still breathe.
Brown was the grass where I laid down my head
as reality came tumbling in.
I sell myself short just to see that I'm fed
My shoes are tight but I can still breathe.
Oh my shoes are tight but I can still breathe.