is it the cold, or is the warmth of your breath enough to condense in any air? this isn't any air - it's heavier. will i feel your breath much longer? as your eyes stray, i start to pray i'll feel your breath much longer running down my back. but i'm sickness, i'm shy, i'm helpless in time. but i'm weakness, i'm dry, i'm paralysed. stop breathing like you're sleeping cos i know that you can't be sleeping with the weight of regret. if i wait, i'll regret til the end. til the end.