"I Can Breathe" lyrics
Gibson Band Lyrics
(performed by Duff McKagan & Slash)
(feat. Cesar Gueikian)
Can you hear them constantly
I hold my head
The sound goes deep
The empty tone
That cold dark ring
The end is near
A deep warning
The light unbraids
The darkness fades
The turning shade
The sun warm flames
We fall, we rise
The changing tides
The warmth of spring
Head up, we sing
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The monster feeds on misery
The fear
It seeds like falling leaves
A starving dog
A wound that bleeds
We rise up until the end
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
I can't be the sun or storm
The blood that flows into my arm
I can't see
In front of me
And I can't hear the deafening
The softest touch
The warming spring
The golden light
The heat it brings
I can't feel
I'm withering
But I can breathe
There's hope for—
There's hope for me
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
I hold my head
The sound goes deep
The empty tone
That cold dark ring
The end is near
A deep warning
The light unbraids
The darkness fades
The turning shade
The sun warm flames
We fall, we rise
The changing tides
The warmth of spring
Head up, we sing
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The monster feeds on misery
The fear
It seeds like falling leaves
A starving dog
A wound that bleeds
We rise up until the end
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
I can't be the sun or storm
The blood that flows into my arm
I can't see
In front of me
And I can't hear the deafening
The softest touch
The warming spring
The golden light
The heat it brings
I can't feel
I'm withering
But I can breathe
There's hope for—
There's hope for me
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
The raging seas
And the wind. It stings
The forecast reads
That the storm will recede
The mother feeds
The child sleeps
It won't breed
It's not the end of me
