Brandon Henderson - Cold Air Burns The Lungs lyrics

Run like a madman bust' out of his cell Fast as dead legs can from a lifeless spell Inside a heated box the oxygen depletes Left to dwell in dreary days of un-amazing feats I pray to the Son of Man I find I speak in tongues It's the only way I can When all this cold air burns the lungs Inside a skeptic's mind I find a comfy seat Sit back, relax, unwind A cowardly retreat Fit as a fiddle far as all my friends can tell But this wicked bruise My restless mind Will continue to swell I wonder is the strength I need to refine more than I can muster? Each day against these dreams of mine Days just seem to lack the luster Words and Music Copyright 2005 Brandon Henderson