"The Secret Of Breathing" lyrics

Tell me the secret of breathing
Does it depend on believing, believing in the air?
To accept what is given, stale and cold
To accept what is given

This heart breaks with the slightest of tapping
Pieces falling, the laughter
Ground into the floor
Pieces of hoping, moments of joy
Memories of loving
Moments of joy, the joy, the joy

Tell me the secret of believing
Of staying and not leaving
Some days they ain't worth living
The door was wide open, blowing in the cold
But I have been broken
And I have been rode and rode and rode

Tell me the secret of breathing
Does it depend on believing, believing in the air?
For I have been ridden more than I have rode
And I have been broken
And I have been rode and rode and rode