Heavy Breath

The walls of our house are thinner than paper

The roof is a vapor that hangs in the air

And our wedding bed is made from the same stuff our bodies are made of

If no heavy breath blew up these lungs

While dirt and wet spit hung a ghost in the air

Well, we're still here

While kids and their friends make war by the fire

Their old men retire to drink and do drugs

You long for the truth

We argue about it

But most of us doubt it can ever be found

Is a ship without a captain just as doomed as a ship without a crew?

'Cause of all my friends who try to tell the truth

There are still a faithful few

Who insist they won't know what to do

If no heavy breath blew up these lungs

While dirt and wet spit hung a ghost in the air

Well, we're still here

Well, we're still here