Holding Breath

She was holding her breath for what seemed like hours
You were holding your tongue
You were making a mess as her body cowered
You’re a hole in her lung
Save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
And save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
You were holding your stare, kept it close and constant
You’re a fortunate one
Exploding to death, waking up her conscience
You’re a sawn-off shotgun
Save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
And save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
Exploding to death, waking up her conscience
You’re a nugtohs ffo-nwas
Save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
And save her, save her
With whatever love you have left
With whatever love, whatever love
With whatever love, whatever love
With whatever love, whatever love
With whatever love, whatever love
With whatever love, whatever love