Exhale

It feeds, and grows, inside your eyes
The air, it forces, between the deep

Less vacation, fornication

The noise, the noise have fear
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears
Drawing us to this naked paradise

Keep pace with them will make you sin
Fragile brush, and nemo grin
Excessive surveillance, your camera's clear
Under the soil, never spoils

So clear, so frail, just entails
Despise the moment, when you are here
So clear, so frail, just entails
Despise the moment, when you are here

The noise, the noise have fear
Where, where do we go from here?
Too much sin, and tears
Drawing us to this naked paradise

Less vacation, fornication