When your needs outstrip your means
And all the roads you cross
seem somehow bleak
In every corner a devil creeps
And all your ventures
though bold are never seen
Don't think of folding
Wear my arms around your neck
And we'll breathe
We'll breathe
When your hearts
not just heavy but torn
Back is stooped carrying
the weight of it all
Your boss passed you
over once again
And the smiles they meet well
they don't feel the same
Don't think of folding
Wear my arms around your neck
And we'll breathe
We'll breathe
Don't think of folding
Wear my arms around your neck
And we'll breathe
We'll breathe
We'll breathe
We'll breathe