It's the feeling I get

When I see my own breath,

reminds me I'm alive

And my hooded sweatshirt skin

that I've been living in

blends into the night

and all this love is only breathing in

Do you see it in my eyes?

It should come as no surprise

sparks of silent din

You can see but you can't hear

because the meaning's never clear

and it blends into the night

and all this love is only breathing in