Texty: Impossibles. Oxygen.

Half-life of oxygen spent breathing homesick air
Tearing my heart apart, yours ticks without a tear
Slow down, I haven't moved at all
The cold can't kill us but we won't survive the fall

Slipping, falling away
Hold on day to day, year to year, from here to there

Poison my speaking voice with half-truths and denials
Converting oxygen by living, breathing, suffering, screaming


We can't, we can, we will, we will, we won't
Slow down