Breathe

You are the angel of death

And I am the dead man's son

He was buried like a mole in a foxhole

And everyone's still on the run

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave, but don't leave me

Look around and choose your own ground

For long you live, and high you fly

Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be

Run, rabbit, run

Dig that hole, forget the sun

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down, it's time to dig another one

For long you live, and high you fly

Only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race towards an early grave