Sometimes I just give up trying It seems like a lifetime That I've been fighting It was hard enough Just getting out of bed today I'd call someone but what on earth Would I even say Here in this airless space No one to plead your pitiful case Some call this thing the soul of sadness Self-indulgence or a brilliant madness All I know is I dying for air Swimming just below the waves I can see the sky Looking darkly through the haze The moon is drifting by Then someone cuts the anchor And slowly up I rise An unwelcome guest in your home That comes to stay and never wants goes Not some much shadow but visitation A haunting foreign movie with no translation There's buzzing white noise in my head Then sometimes so silent I'm almost dead One true thing I hold to dear and fast Is a voice that whispers "Darlin' this too will pa**" Even when I'm dying for air Swimming just below the waves I can see the sky Looking darkly through the haze The moon is drifting by Then someone cuts the anchor And slowly up I rise This is just a picture not complaint Making full sentences Has never been my strength Some call this thing the soul of sadness Self-indulgence or a brilliant madness All I know is I'm dying for air All I know is I'm dying for air