Deep Breaths

Oh where do you begin?
Who can say what the astray will win?
A thread of the dread cut thin
You’re testing destiny with what’s under skin
To get through, with just two

Two deep breaths to breathe
Between a daze of your thoughts beneath
Let them weave, lead
Weave, lead

Know the grim isn’t a fright
When on a whim into the night
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

No, the grim isn’t a fright
When on a swim into the white
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

Know the grim isn’t a fright
When on a limb, setting your sight
Twisting in the morning when you come home alone
Twisting in the morning when you’re coming, you come come home

To get through, with just two