Haven

Breath in, and count to ten
And breath out, through your mouth
And over again
Till your heart settles down it’s palpatations
The way the heart monitor likes
I wanna go home
I don’t have to think about breathing at all
When I am at home
In thight ropes are not as thick as they
Once seemed to my friends
They are all on the seams of them
Falling down and they’re tumbling down and down
And they make no sound
And they wanna go home
They don’t have to think about falling at all
When they are at home
And I breath and breath in and out
When I am at home
Oooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh