Breathing - New Model Army

Into a new place, pulling myself back

Tasting smoke and blood and burning in my lungs

I’m lying on my left side, I don’t know if I can move

But I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing

Then into a new place — this is where I die

And all the noise is gone and there is only calm

Deep beneath the city waiting for the fire

Any second now

But the fireball never comes and so we turn back to ourselves

I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing

In the pitch black tunnels with all the weight above

I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing

Then into a new place shouting men with torches and tools

Stumbling from the wreckage in a starlight of shattered glass

The wounded and the shell-shocked, the blackened and the burned

I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing

Climbing ever upwards like the rising of the dead

I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing

I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing

I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing