Breathe on my skin
Be my first violin
I am blind and I am helpless
What else is there to say?
I have been a freelancer
But to have to answer to chaos
Just doesn't suit you
So now I only hear your name
I keep my string under your bow
And all the animals I rode (wrote?) in life are sleeping
I have been known to surrender
To anything that stands
Higher than the halo on the angel
What made me what I am
I have been known to wonder
Whether I am the son of bad, old king
But now I only hear your name
I keep my string under your bow
And all the animals I rode (wrote?) in life are sleeping
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe on my skin
Be my first violin
I am blind and I am helpless
What else is there to say?